Poems
'Steady Fetters', a new poem by Emma Lew
by Emma Lew •
Drive one nail out with another,that’s our only hope.
We can’t live any more like birds on a branch,
because the murderous past never stops,
not even at night.
Every day we expect to be accused of unspeakable things and turned adrift.
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