They

Homeland.

At dawn they come
Preying on our dreams
And take away
Our starry nights

At noon
They snatch the pen we hold
And paper we write our poems on

When the sun fades
They come again
Rubbing the poetry
From prison walls

At dusk
They come searching the cell
What keeps us all
So free in cage
And find nothing
But our poems
In the end
Hesitant a bit
They ask for them
But we read them aloud
So loud to haunt their chains
Until they leave
Unable to stand
Our freedom prayer
And we keep our poems
Under the pillow
Until the starry night
Brings us back our fettered dream

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