in the D.R. This is history speaking.
I recall my solitary dungeon
very well. Driven out of libraries,
down into the gutter, all my faithful scribes
go to the gallows, guillotine, and pyres.
I saw the wire fences of ghettoes,
refugee camps, barrios, favelas
refugee camps, barrios, favelas
and all the villages holding their strength
against oblivion and prostitution.
I remember every detail
from the Inquisition to the 14th
Amendment. I was at the Continental
Congress. I took Notes! I won’t be silenced!
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