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Thursday, 13 March 2008
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Submitted by
Kamaruzzaman
How far is the hellWhere eagles dare to fly in the face of fireHow deep is the water beneath the frozen heavenWhere shining knives cry foul in humming gigglesThe killing field is ready for the delugeViolence resembling violence in sizzling soliloquyNobody knows where to hide in blackoutsAs if the whole sky of Havana smoking in burning cigarsThe butts of harlots swaying in black guisesTo entice the lust of the soulless flickers of the grasshoppersTo hide the shrouded faces of brokers of democracyAny time daggers will be piercing the petals of eternal rosesAt the drop of hats of the high priests ...
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