Tangled and spiked hair;
You lay lifeless, alone;
You hit your head and nails;
You cried so hard
On cruel and brute lanes.
You dance you sing;
But stopped crying and laugh;
Heart stopped to swing,
Like a trashed pendulum.
You lay lifeless but a name;
All with anger, recalling;
No love was there,
once, everlasting.
You vomit blood,
What we had and
Victim of ugly racism,
Preached by hideous kings.
No inkling, no input, no reply.
I howl seeing you, like this.
Gone out of your senses,
And gone with
The winds for ever.
I hand these tears, to you
the pain you left,
Never to return from day one
when you were real and there;
Still fresh and chirping.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem