Death dwindles behind
You turn your narrow shoulders
Your cold eyes are stone
Inject my veins, dear
Lets destroy the world tonight
God can take a break
A garden is made
The water falls from plastic
The flower is real
Now my hand is cold
Because your hand was so soft
Our love slipped like sand
To tell a story
One must experience it
Then the lie is made
Life becomes a flame
And it will burn before you
It’s all up to when
A slave to the wage
Starts a war in the city
No one cleans it up
Her chakras are closed
Distant from reality
She thrives on his word
A wounded man kills
To save himself from dying
No one is to blame
We heard the tree fall
And saw the man who did it
Only God can judge
Copyright 10-8-09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant haikus...I enjoyed all of them..