wilted grass on the pasture land
emaciated water buffaloes
dried river beds
the well without water
humid air and dusty roads
to the village on a rice shortage
birds in flocks moving away
sick babies and panicky mothers
hopeless fathers thinking about
another revolution
a government stripped of moral authority
arming itself strengthening wire fences
building more walls and students out-of-school
muted press and more speeches from the
political departments justifying reason
for all these that i see today
i have seen them all yesterday
during my youth my rebel days
when i was not so careful then
when i never thought of the danger
when i though i do not die
history unfolds again before me
we are not strangers we are in fact on a familiarity
how can we ever talk like friends again?
how can i run away from society for the second time?
how can i vomit and eat all these rancid food
these spoils, these trash, this enormous silence?
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