Hate on paper


me and 

you 

crumple

til our bones lay 

like an old poem

which rasps on and on

about insults,

forgiveness

goes limp

as our flag

is set on fire

and ashes blow

into the eyes of those who have lost 

brothers , sisters, 

mothers,

shiver under a desert sun and 

quiver

as tongues rattle 

across paper

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