Treasure Island

rue moyo


I cry everyones tears
my heart is heavy with pain,
the heaviness i cannot bear like the municipal sewage tanks in a squatter camp,
i burst and ooze out my disgusting contents

within me i have vesseled many ills
belonging to everyone around me,
barbarism, terrorism, racism injustice
the pain and sorrow of the dirty child walking barefooot in the dusty, garbage littered street.

the dreams and aspirations of the boy who had to dropp out of school due to lack of funds.
the expectations of the fatherand mother of the boy on the run from the police.
the expectations which once existed on their daughter who is now a mother of three bastards and is 'employed' at some 'firm' that only has night shifts.
the dissappointments, the shattered dreams.

i cry everyones tears,
the pain is too much
it is too raw and too deep reaching to ignore.
existence has just but become casual..................

Submitted: Friday, July 13, 2007
Edited: Monday, March 21, 2011

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