red sky

dark spiders are scrawled
on walls

somewhere outside
men are raising
their fists raising
hands outstretched raising
voices

the howling
of the unheard

the wail
of the unwanted

the voiceless clamour
a deafening
roar

what big boots you have
what sharp tongues

and what
short
memories

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