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March 9, 2009 / zanzi

The Saarang Sonnet (2009)

For when companies refuse to hire,
And spons talks are grist to the mill,
When we have no fuel to make a fire,
And heads are hanging low and still:

There is strength to charge the wire
That’s bringing us undying will,
We don never-say-die attire,
Carry on walking up the hill.

The only way across the mire,
What it takes to foot the bill,
To laugh in the face of ire,
And plunge right in to make the kill:

Is to know that our purpose is higher,
And that emptiness is ours to fill.

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