<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=514974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Locked</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stealing stones from skinny faces<br>snipers scratch the colors<br>of a withered moon at night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was anti-rape rally, the footsteps<br>falling in unison, the blood running out<br>of strange fruits</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and we topple the golden grass under<br>the toes, hissing at tall trees who could<br>not protect us from descending fog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no truce. They will not<br>lay down the arms on table before<br>sun rises to resuscitate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pilot has died on controls. Snarled-up<br>fingers will not let go the wheels.<br>The pain has no other name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Satish+Verma">Satish Verma</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=514974" data-title="Locked de Satish Verma" data-description="Stealing stones from skinny faces snipers scratch the colors of a withered moon at night. It was anti-rape rally, the footsteps falling in unison, the blood running out of strange fruits and we topple the golden grass under the toes, hissing at ..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black