See your name; it rings a bell
No. It rings a finger. Nearly there.
But it rings my heart
It wrings my heart
I remember Zuma rock
Hearts swinging back-forth
Dilemma-ing in the rain
Wishing to wash pain
Twitter... your name is a hash
It tags itself to my heart
It reminds of Baga
All for which I apologise
I behold Zuma's solid tears
They are frozen and ever-there
How does history tell her it's sorry?
Only she knows how much she's hurting
How dare I say I know how you feel?
I'd be spraying pepper on injury
Nevetheless, I look forward to saying hi
Even if there's nothing more for you and I
But there'll always be...
Eh...something called memories
Like kisses over vegetables at La Monde
And tears over you, like none
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem