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Gedicht: Veiled vision

As blood drips down my face,
once my vision has been taken,
For what is to come, I brace;
My people are too bruised, too shaken.

Here, as I kneel on this scaffold,
Having failed to reveal the revelation,
I’ve been put under a blindfold,
To strengthen their denial, their negation.

Over het gedicht:

A village seer speaks about a revelation that the people were too fearful to accept.
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