Caribbean Carnival
I posted a tender
"I want a knife! "
I should have added:
"With a big sharpener…"
When heaven is here
And angels in front
Pain enters in the eyes
I need knife, take them
Out….
What is use of seeing?
Shapes, colors and sizes
On the tops, in middles
Backs, fronts, everywhere
With designs that reveal
Both chests and…genitals…
What is use but the pain?
Have to pull my eyes out…
Lucky you the blind
Or senseless who does not
Realise:
"Beauty can kill us! ! ! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem