Imaginary Land
by Debashish Haar
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The land is no one’s,
except for those who are militarized,
where night boils in hot sky,
cities and towns have no good news,
where bullets puncture heart holes.
The sun bulges and cultivates itself,
and flows through the mountain gates,
and gushes like a cascade.
Into the rushing serpent of the night,
sucked up by the rising dragon,
it’s torn at the seams with no flag.
Copyright©2011, Debashish Haar, All Rights Reserved
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
1/23/2011 |
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| a power neo-political perspective breaking down the futility of borders, patriotism and militaristic sense of being ... good work, debs ... |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
1/22/2011 |
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Powerfully imaged and symbolic; thank you for sharing this offering, Debs. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) |
1/22/2011 |
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| yes, imaginary land, world with no borders, borders delineated by greedy statesmen, inculcation of false patriotism, tied into the fictional border, tied into the fictional land, tied into the fictional flag, the cannon-fodder of corrupt elites, the pauper armies die in vain. excellent work!!!! |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
1/22/2011 |
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This I like a lot, especially the following:
The sun bulges and cultivates itself,
and flows through the mountain gates,
and gushes like a cascade.
-gene. |
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