I'm just so sorry but we got too many mouths to feed.
A horse galloping towards the iron gate.
But it won't rise.
Not letting you in.
You are just another criminal.
Just another criminal.
Guilty by association.
With prejudicial restrictions.
Swallow your tongue.
Just die quietly or move on.
Playing for the fool.
A puppet on strings.
Marionette do the twist and turn.
To right, to the left.
Leading us flatly into walls.
A smack, a kiss, cruelty so easily dismissed.
But good minds do not forget once noticed.
A sign posted.
Seen everywhere by those who know where to look.
Not behind tinted glass.
Not by a long shot.
Just not so obvious.
And maybe it is better that way.
For when people in large groups are angered they will hurt anyone.
No self restraint.
With greater morals we are suppose to abide.
Not taunt or chide.
Not flaying someones hide.
Inflicting pain with the words of confession.
Escaping another obsession.
This one it is not about love but hate.
And how for the people I will neither show them the way or dictate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem