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Wil Kavi

The nameless ones

I’ve howled and raved and ranted
at all those whom I could name,
in search of peace and freedom
from this ancient seething rage.
 
But still there lingers bitter bile
at the nameless, faceless ones who
turned away in silent indifference
so as not to see or hear the crying.

(2013)

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