Little poets huddling in flats, breaking world news, and discussing philosophy and later, on their own, hushed under darkness by ebbing candlelight, as starlight beckons through frosted glass, inscribing on parchment epitaphs to the system, living under the dream that only they have escaped the machinations of the wheels that crush on the streets below, whispering to themselves, "we can change things, we can change things," labouring under the delusion that the pen is mightier than the sword. www.geocities.com/odunford
Reason for writing:
The terrible realisation that the intellectuals have always failed and will always fail to halt the usurpation of authority by the brute.
Birth sign: Aries
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