Come then let us fasten our minds
To this petulant manacle of rhyme
This tyranical word-beat of time
This terror of tyrants of all kinds

For such an age as ours,
Where the number all humanity overpowers
Must be fought not with flowers
But a severity of expression
That scours.

mandla zibi

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