Prometheus
By Tatiana Pahlen

Your fingers are rumbling
all over my spine,
finding the knots ready to rub;
all day at my desk, ready to faint
You sacrifice sleep to ease my pain.
No answer why I couldn’t sleep
Till knowing the country is restored.
Before debating who is right or wrong,
We never agreed but still are bonded.
Liberty is at the top of the mouths
of many around the world;
Don’t ask me why I stay up all night
and write this verse that not stirring you;
they all addressed to the man of light,
The true Prometheus, Dr. Paul!

January 16, 2012

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