A scab on a wound
false skin
false reality
underneath; blood flows
red and rich.
a scarred body
full of bullet holes
the rubber bullets
were coated with lead
activism was dead
a power hungry
monarch
an arch criminal;
the henchman
and you
the lone tree hugger
standing alone in front of the digger
arms outstretched
Monday, May 3, 2010
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