Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Will I?


Will I continue to be faceless to you?
with my reddened ears
slapped by volatile hands,
or my eyes, angered by your audacity,
or my broken nose and bloody mouth,
wantonly beaten by your minions?

Will I remain nameless before you?
Don't you recognize my clenched fist,
battered body, beaten black and blue
with wooden truncheons by armoured men?

Will I remain anonymous
amid the throng of sweaty bodies
smelling like parched earth
having stayed under the sun
on a hot, humid day?

how long will I remain
in this sullen land
with an empty purse?
Do you think I am oblivious
to your obvious lies?

If you need further assistance please see this
sounds like a proletariat poem to me...
anonymous Could be. but then, in our country, the middle class is also disillusioned with our leaders. That is, if you take this poem as a political one.

Why didn't you leave your name? Shy ka> hehehe
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