Saturday, 15 February 2014


Yesterday, had a Valentine poem, waiting to be shared,but as politicians nasty breath  reappeard on the horizon,the atmsoshpere  seemed to unconfortable, on the steps of uncertainty, as neighbours  hunger whispered. Occupy the paths of resistance, dance round the conformity of political scheme, when they call you up, answer with a four lettered word, rip the wind from  their sail, continue to follow, sky, earth, sun and moon, dance round their kettled corner, another world cannot be silenced, let resiliance feed necessary reason, oferflow their ideology with recurrent scream, anger is an energy, say what you have always wanted to say.Love serves no master, no borders of privilege.

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