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Landa Wo
Their Lips Move
Their Lips Move
Their Lips Move
Their lips move softlyTo let escape a choked complaint
Their lips move gently
To unpick the seams of the wire tyranny
The dying cactus thinks about the Atlas oasis
Freedom of speech dances on the plain, on fire
© 2010, Landa Wo
From: Landing Places: Immigrant Poets in Ireland
Publisher: Dedalus Press, Dublin
From: Landing Places: Immigrant Poets in Ireland
Publisher: Dedalus Press, Dublin
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Their Lips Move
Their lips move softlyTo let escape a choked complaint
Their lips move gently
To unpick the seams of the wire tyranny
The dying cactus thinks about the Atlas oasis
Freedom of speech dances on the plain, on fire
From: Landing Places: Immigrant Poets in Ireland
Their Lips Move
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