Littlest Brontides | cereseithne
Crusade
Fists are wedged to the mouths
as a ceaseless customary action of
silencing dissent and condemnation
pronounced by society.
Seemingly an undying crusade of
taking up the cudgels, stating
sternly critical remark, with barricades
that those frightened have built upon.
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Littlest Brontides
PoetryAn anthology tackling the cosmic baffling collision of societal conditions and the incalculable prejudices and other musings coming as littlest brontides with a hope that their low rumbles may find their ways to you. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne
