They gather in the morning
as the prayers are called..... strange distant murmurings At times melodic Hypnotizing in its archaic origins....barking at the dawn There we are with the faithful in the predawn cold vehicles assemble and shadowy figures emerge from the dark rows of sand colored buildings resemble detention cells For we are in a prison devoid of freedom the assumption of mediocrity is so rampant the concept that life is meaningless for this is where the pathetic linger and die |
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