A Crouching Stance

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Satish Verma

It was an outrage. 
The weaver on the 
loom was brutalized. 

A design was raped. 
The color screams, 
I want to live. 

Septicaemia spreads. 
Time to be ashamed, 
when your gut was removed. 

The salt hurts on 
the bitten lips. A 
genome falters. 

Let me try to define─ 
who we are; and 
where we are going.

Satish Verma

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I will come along

as you try, but no faultering genomes, please. I need all I was given at birth. :D


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