Treadmill
Birds visit in the mornings
Picking up scraps discarded
By prison monks.
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Each in a cave meditating.
Women visit in the evenings
Picking up scraps regurgitated
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By bull dogs enemies’ a creation of
Arrogances dangle on batons
Wielded on the back of a generation
Who didn’t turn and run.
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