Chalk.
Where the tongues
don't move
chalk will speak
on streets and squares.
On walls and ways.
Painted letters,
nothing to forget.
Something to remember.
Resistánce. Resistánce.
Time to awake.
When it's done
and I go home
with white hands,
truth will wash them clean.
copyright by Magical whispers/I. Normann (9/04/2020)
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