Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Hunger Strike Poem by Adnan Farhan Abdul Latif

 They are artists of torture,

They are artists of pain and fatigue,
They are artists of insults
and humiliation.
Where is the world to save us
from torture?
Where is the world to save us
from the fire and sadness?
Where is the world to save
the hunger strikers?

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