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Get the Horses
Get the horses; we may depart
From the chaos of the times, of this legend.
Heads of blood, and everything of play,
Were disappearing as the need was a success.
Because their magic lasted,
We announced ourselves,
Requiring them to teach a lesson,
Surprising us in the first place.
We laughed, a heartfelt laugh that
Warmed the acre of blood,
Needing our explosions of hate;
Interesting and painful was the lesson.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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