tyrannized ghostsA Poem by Latifaoppression, chained voices that want to speak but not allowed to......Anarchy hurled in the anchored roots Cracking the pavement of sagacity The broken porcelain vases got tossed around And the pens of reciting had dried up Leaving priceless words behind the manacle rods Roaring with pitched voices that reached everyplace and no place had opened his ears to hearken Sad veins clogged its passages and mourn the seconds of breathing Remorse had built the fateful spear and torn the membranes of desire
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