Nascent roots

conscious poem


“…Eradicate these roots of oppression,
Sow new seeds and be born again,
Closed wounds felt the abrasion,
Within watch the dark horse ascend,
Erase the bars of your cell!,
Rain to quench the fire of dissent,
And reap the fruit from your own shell,
Feast on this victory nascent!…”


Michael McGregor

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