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There Can Be Peace With A Dash of Conflict
by Deonte Osayande
“They should have never given me language
if they wanted to act with betraying tongues”
said the man with picket sign splinters
in his hands,
hunger strike serpents in his stomach,
and protest in his mouth
standing there before
the firing squad.
He sheds not a single tear, stating
“they have already heard me.
You have forced us to be bred
into worms, not like the snakes
that you are. Everybody here is dirty,
but unlike you, if you cut off our heads
we multiply”. They fire. Wait in thought
as the smoke clears, their devotion now shaken.
There Can Be Peace With A Dash of Conflict
by Deonte Osayande
“They should have never given me language
if they wanted to act with betraying tongues”
said the man with picket sign splinters
in his hands,
hunger strike serpents in his stomach,
and protest in his mouth
standing there before
the firing squad.
He sheds not a single tear, stating
“they have already heard me.
You have forced us to be bred
into worms, not like the snakes
that you are. Everybody here is dirty,
but unlike you, if you cut off our heads
we multiply”. They fire. Wait in thought
as the smoke clears, their devotion now shaken.
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