| Chaya Sheela Nov 29 | Written for Sadje's WDYS Shackled, famished and bone-tired They inch bare feet and dogged Gray, uneven, unforgiving concrete slabs Expect them to stumble, perhaps collapse Eyes aimed at the bright, guiding light, Bodies pointed toward long-awaited sight Is the beaming light leading them to a safe haven? Or Are they heading towards concealed persecution? | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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