Page 23 - Compilation of Poems Arau International Poetry Festival 2021
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You told us
      That you would protect us
      From the pit of snakes
      But we were not told
      That the pit is yours

      We were told
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      Of a sweet tongue that would set us free
      O f a s  e t t n g u   a   o u l   e   s   e
      In reality
      It feeds us misery
      It is of a tongue
      Waiting patiently
      To paint agonizing chaos
      On our canvas unwillingly
      We may seem vulnerable
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      But here we are
      The silent grandmaster on your chessboard
      Waiting patiently
      For the time when
      We move the pieces on our free will
      For we have hope
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      To that glimmer of lights
      That could set us free
      From the shackles that made us saunter
      From the ghostly fear
      That the tongue had whispered
      All the lies and their terror
      Because your time of slithering
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      That is longing
      A room for the lifeless denigratory serpent
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