Wonder
You?
Annoyed, angry, in despair?
You?
Sit and complain, talk of death?
Questions come!
Easy is to see their wonder!
I,
Hear them,
Read faces and stare,
Remain a prairie,
Sand desert,
A mountain,
And or cave!
They see hair on my chest
May sense ribs and smiles
But never feel my heart; poor brain!
In return, boil in me my questions:
-do you know genocide and murder?
-who gave hand to Hitler?
-Chaco-war, and Agra's?
-do you know homelessness, on the run?
-do you get racism and insults?
-what about being raped, and then killed?
-and then burned, shoved with sword?
I am sea and ocean, hurricane!
They don't know
They don't see
They don't care
In blinds they go round, rounds go on
Seeking job and shelter; food, income!
What is there to ask for but sky?
My poor soul, you need rest,
Find a way to fly; a liftoff!
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