The One fingered Revolution
I am the one fingered revolution,
The mono-clawed lock picker, the brave dike
Blocking finger of Haarlem and also
The index poking light out of dark clouds.
I am the Himalaya-melting Ganga-
Father, come to rewild holy gardens,
To breed truth again, to burn old totems,
To poison modern devils with one touch.
Let the heart reek of fire, if not in me
Then from you, let it erupt through fingers.
I am the middle finger to evil
Wrung injustice but well, who could blame me ..!..
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3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoetryWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
