With Your Iron Hand
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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With your iron hand
you hurt me
with your toxic breath
you freeze me
with your punishments
you numb me:
now
what remains
is that we transpose
into another region of the Earth
where at our age
we begin again
that's where you forced
us:
your scepter hurts
to us
we came to seek some
kindness and comfort:
found
these icicles in the
cavern of your reign:
and iron hand
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