LETTER TO MY DICTATOR

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  Thanks for throwing me out, old man!
  It was a pleasure to meet you;
  Pretence to a normal life,
  Forty years of praying and hoping in vain
  Without voice, without sight.
 
That December the cold stopped at the border;
Three days and three nights the snow was held up in the sky
R E D
People running in white shirts
Smelling freedom outside,
Crying for simple things you never
Let go:
B R E A T H I N G
L A U G H I N G
L I V I N G
S M I L I N G
 
It's here, the wall went down
The world remembered we existed
Before your time, old man!
Don't shiver now, just don't!
 
Christmas must come
Some are born then
And some die!
 
Steady stones behind your back!
Steady eyes that clench your fear!
Steady hands that pull the trigger!
Biting bullets get you near!
R E S T
 
Get your bits of flesh back, old man!
Drag them to that open grave of history
You must share with men of your kind.
 
It's deep and still plenty of room inside;
Warning for others like you.
People come and go
History comes and goes
 
Good bye, old man!
Good bye!
I am not mad
Freedom this time 
S T A Y S
 
                         
 

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