(these are lines in a poem somewhere. i am still out finding the rest of it.)
...
Be it we are
Yellow like the canvas for nationhood, three lines of blood red slid down our calloused hands.
Or Yellow like a single star, like a big dipper pointing forward through centuries of red tumultuous struggle.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
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