Poetry by Aida Bode


Speech is a seed
sold in the bootleg market,
it comes with a special offer
two in one, life –
and death for free.

Tongues stretch as they surrender
to the guillotine of the new world.

Masses of communistic coercion
clap hands effortlessly
“Parti Enver jemi gati kurdohere”
(We’re always ready for our Party
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