Wednesday, April 05, 2006
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?
Why didn't you leave your name? Shy ka> hehehe