O. Abbas Mimiko

(Brooklyn, New York)

In The Cold


Searching for my soul
from the rubble left of rage
Muzzled in my moaning
as you rope me down for rape
Waiting to my ban
that the ranting stops the craze
Hanging on my hope
since you gamble me for gain
Pleading in my pain
as the babies wail in vain
Aching in my vein
for the children cleansed by saints
Seeking for the reason
why the wild have their way
Sickened by the ruse
that the angels came to save
Singing by the roses
as ambition slips away
Sinking by my race
to love in world of hate

On Bosnia, August 1995

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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