Poems,  Post-90

SHE CRIED

Instead of tears, she cried blood
Drip, drip
Instead of a mouth, a small grille
And eyes so blind
That’s can you say, God
What is it for?

You cry and you have no strength
Go on and fight
The nation is blind

So you walk dumbly forward behind the jerk
Like a sheep, which walking blindly behind a wolf
Cry, maybe you ease

And from the legs became firm roots
However, the body turned into a flexible twig
Forget about the smell of the earth
Which you loved years ago

(31/07/2003)

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