This is the quit notice.
When flowers and shadows merge
in a penumbra of blood and tears;
when rainmakers suffer nervous breakdown
and instigate doubts, starvation;
when healers muffle patients
and priests poison streams, dreams;
when babies are produced to tomorrow's agonies
and the aged are woken, dragged
to yesterday's griefs, genocides;
when songs, symphonies
are expunged by coups, curfews and cockroaches
imposed by our moronic pulpits and palaces;
when daggered dawns return
dry deformed dusks
and shattered springs shift
wasted winters,
this is the quit notice.
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