In early evening the cell flares up.
Thin shadows slide down the gray walls.
He who cries out in mutiny exhausts into a dream.
The brown stillness sweeps over like a gentle wave.
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This isn't a comment about Toller, whose work I admire. I want to register my dismay at finding video adverts for war games posted above every single one of his anti-war poems.The PoemHunter administrators seem to have a moral compass that is far removed from Toller's.
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This isn't a comment about Toller, whose work I admire. I want to register my dismay at finding video adverts for war games posted above every single one of his anti-war poems.The PoemHunter administrators seem to have a moral compass that is far removed from Toller's.