
islands unto themselves, denizens safe in constructed bunkers… palaces with dirty windows disconnected from the whole I try hard to peep, to penetrate Walls are thick, guards desensitised It’s a battle to be seen or heard faceless crowds, voices of the soul
First Line Friday: June 5th, 2020

Great poem, Reena.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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