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The
silence on the dark corridor
The
long shadows dragging itself
Listening
to the revelations
A
carpet beggar came to town
The
can of worms
Wriggling
out in the open
“Man
it smells good
The
fresh air floating around!”
The
ghost of our past
It
never goes away
One
beauty keeps emerging
Until
her due is paid
We
listen to the silence
The
corridor of power dares not strum
The
strings that come into the open
Displaying
the knots for all to see
The
beauty never wants to sleep
She
is crying for her justice.....
The
footprints will mark the day
The
truth will crawl out to flame
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