Poem

FLITTING AND FLUTTERING

The sunshine dances On butterfly wings

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Death in the Colonies

Old men die in foreign beds with no last words to say. The women cry, Their time will come, tomorrow or today.

The Poor

So much to be told and so much we don’t say We yearn for money, the hunger won’t let us think Whispering silences of envy are invading my mind They...

Here is the Newspeak

No translation offered. Image is from the me.me site so I suppose they don't care if I use it...

The Unendurable Weight

I struggle to stand it, this unendurable weight it seems to multiply each time we step on the scale. It is heavy, this steel pound of malformation...

Good Money Talks

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My Big Boss Part 2 (Prelude)

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My Big Boss Part 1 (Background)

My Big Boss Part 1 (Background) P K Routray After twelve years of service turning experienced from novice with initiation at Bhilai Steel later at...