Friday, February 13, 2009

Pain



let's see how much pain
she can stand

let's see how much pain
he can stand

pull his nails slowly
cut her skin deep softly
make them scream

let them say whatever that is in their mind
make words
jump off
the tip
of their tongue
suicidal,
forced.

let's see how much pain
she did stand

let's see how much pain
he did stand

took away his land
stole away every face she once knew
let the mothers cry
let the fathers die
let them pray whatever that is in their mind
make Gods and Goddesses take separate sides
inevitable,
forced.

ask them how much pain had passed
ask them how much pain had passed

they say:

death is better than this
death is better than this
death is better than this

pain.

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