The Captors Demand of Us an Anthem
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Once we had
a flag
we were proud of.
In this land we’ve lost our search
for a place to lay down the pain.
The flag waving makes our hearts sink.
Half-longing, half-dreading,
we recite prayers
should another day appear
and find us choked with fear.
Pleading. They whip us.
Sing from the heart!
But the heart is
a black spider,
flowering
with
rage.
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