A whimper, not a roar

From Charles Bukowski’s “When the violets roar at the sun”

they’ve got us in the cage

ruined of grace and senses

and the heart roars like a lion

at what they’ve done to us

The breeze creeps through

cracked windows,

screens fuzzy

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