Handcuffs
have steel fangs
whose bite is more painful
than a whole battalion
of fleas.'
Though the itch in my heart
grows deeper and deeper
I cannot scratch.
How can I?
my wrists
are manacled
My mind
is caged.
My soul
is shackled.
I can only grimace at the ethereal cloud,
a banner billowing in the sky, emblazoned
'Have hope, brother,
despair is for the defeated.'
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