Scream!
If it makes you feel better.
Scream
Loud over the congested cloud
It can be your only antidote
In soothing tone and note.
If in your bosom cries a tornado,
And in your soul sings a volcano
Scream like a ringing Techno
Till thick celestial hand picks
And treat the sick as the meek.
Let your tongue beat the drum
Upon earth's deaf open ear
And pull saving arms from the shell.
Hum it where the sky flies
Till the caves echo at your sigh;
Disturb the One who sits on high
Lest the enemy laugh at your cry.
Never you die in silence
Nor surrender without violence.
Death like an owl aims silently
And kidnaps the silent easily
Who sits upon shy symptoms.
Scream
Till the bottled toxics
Are voided and vomited
Let no anger go omitted.
Open that emotional abyss
Elaborate it to make it evaporate
Through your vocal chimney
Like the acidic shriek of a monkey.
Scream;
Puff it out like a hearty smoke
That ascends from a trapped golf
Like a mad gas in a cold coke
Let it go less it choke you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks once again Robert.