Who’s going to cross the borderWhen a land suffers from ‘human disorder’Under the bunk bed, into the caveAll mute men there ready to raveTalking mouth: sealed, mission fulfilledNot much, only a few million killed!From the poem Invisible Sign

-Munia Khan

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