This Is Where We Find Ourselves. - Poem by Tony Adah
The cock's crow got eaten
in the wind
Roosters stampede the earth
And democracy the solace of all
A relish of few.
To thrive here is move
One step forward and two steps backward
And this is where we find ourselves.
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