“Let them shoot us in the head, My blood will grow roots and will blossom.” PoetryCreativityTyrannyOppression Book:The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry Source: The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry
“BLOODY LIPS The bloody wound Of the gladiator Gurgles out life's end. The cries of acclimations from the stands Fill the sky with raging tigers. Waving their arms about to incite the masses The aging notables add an air of dignity to the arena. Making their separate entries they K N E E L over the still-warm corpses Of the young. Their withered lips they pose Upon the fresh flowing wounds And, to prolong their lives – so they believe, Suck, ravenously suck out the blood, blood, blood. Fresh blood from the sun Flowing into filthy veins As into sewage pipes, And thus the Heart of the Nation is abandoned.” TyrannyOppressionVampireArenaGladiatorsBloodsport Book:The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry Source: The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry
