The Declaration
empty belly —
the labourers make noise
still noise
remain under
oppressive rule
muted —
guns silencing us
helmets & boots
documents
of human rights
make no difference
bombs blast
everywhere we go
from the past
declaration…
the drafts differing
from regions
lifeless —
strapped to my back
he's not dead
flee to flood-prone
camps
at the traffic light
tapping on my windshield
a teenage beggar
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