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Table Talk | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Take this out, this spite, this hatred, this venom, take out those
guns, don’t spit fire in a messy world, talk to the child, ever so
mildly, wrench books out of hand oh unforgiving masters, dispense with justice, don’t split the atom, talk about disarmament in closeted rooms
sign papers and let the table talk rant mercifully.



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