For the victims of Martial Law…39 years ago.
Shadows on the wall;
Faceless.
branches of laughters,
on their blindfolded eyes,
and songs on weary lips,
they cried in rhythmic chaos
as those shadows
slowly faded,
within the prison cell.
Them.
Weaken,
but agitated.
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