Catharsis
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You have bolted the moon
and the sun;
in the darkness of my room,
I’ll rekindle hope.
You have exiled abroad
all fledgling dreams;
I will fetch the lost sheep
in my hometown.
You have claimed the land,
divided into farms —
like tearing the robes of Christ,
crucified to death;
Just left Pandora’s hope,
a fool’s hope
is more than I need to stay
like an old cedar.
I have a country of my own,
away from politics —
in the innocent hearts of people,
the edible fruit of freedom.
You have blinded my eyes,
paralyzed my limbs,
and thought you burned
or bought my soul;
The remains of a man are enough —
like a phoenix
will rise; just when you thought
you’ve had it all
you forgot my will — INVICTUS;
it is enough.
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