Thorny balls
Have not you pricked enough sages and youths and juveniles?
Our doors are wounded by your pitiless poundings.
Now, they remain shut and we short of lives.
Your steps are on the road not taken
while our hands tread not the forbidden body parts.
We will not be weakened by your war-rockets
for our sockets will outlive your sights.
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