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Let It Bleed

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My pen itches to kiss a book-fell,
To bleed and end this flow,
Sleep,it's willing abbetor strays far from my eyes,
Tears, in its stead, I'm bereft of words.
Take me to that room; gifted with golden heights,exalted with shelved thoughts.
Send me monographs,
Take my hands,lead me down memory lane.
Fill my heart with history,tell it to me, the tale of how it all began...
Show me the evil of men's hands, whisper to me,their lies and secrets.
Unveil before my very eyes what for so long has been inconspicuously lain among the pages of shapened ply wood.
Give grace to my heart, so that I may discover,
Broaden my lenses...fuel my zeal
Pervade my psyche, hone my sentience
But above all, let my pen bleed.
Let it bleed,
From constant injuries, zots of untainted babes,zaps of clutched infancy..
Let it bleed,
From lesions of freedom fighters,gauged eyes of the watchful ones,
Let it bleed, 
From wounds of war and conflict of nations, loss of brothers,sisters and kinsmen...
Let it bleed,
From the burns, gifted by the gluttony of our ancestors, the aftermath of deceitful pleasures,centuries of sailed ships...
Let it bleed,
From bruised dignity,hunted pride and exploited naivety.
Let it bleed...
Let it bleed that this flood forever ceases.
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