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Where Freedom Never Existed

Inside fences of barbed-wire

They sealed my grandfather in a tomb
of injustice and intolerance,
trapped within a barbed-wire fence,
twisted knives and rotting flesh —
rivulets of blood morphing into poisonous gas



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Mark Tulin

A California writer/photographer whose dreams are more vivid than his waking life. Poetry, Humor, Sexuality, and Fiction —