Poppy Cultivators & Traitor
A poem by: Randhir Thiyam
You sit on the foreheads of the crowns,
No crown can escape from you,
yet you stride as kings.
The hills remember better:
bamboo bends, it does not bow.
Riches buy silence,
not respect.
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