Azare
I DREAM
15-09-1989.
All gutters and corridors
Runs stenchy blood
All slums refuse dump
Turns to mass of heaped
Bodies
As I turn in my sleep
I find Mandella on
The Rostrum
Once again
Free...
An eternal freedom!
All gutters and corridors
Runs stenchy blood
All slums refuse dump
Turns to mass of heaped
Bodies
As I turn in my sleep
I find Mandella on
The Rostrum
Once again
Free...
An eternal freedom!
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