Poison and Drought
Some claim the seas will end up dry,
Some say in poison
Yet fishes don’t waste time; don’t cry
But dive in sweet blue waters and try
To live twice while you’re free from prison
Believe me, oh, believe your fate
To die –my fish- struck by poison
Is also great
To change the ending scheme.
Psychedelic Reflections of an Anarchist Bipolar Visual Producer in Diaspora
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