They Poem by Koo Kooo

They



They're grasping the foods in our hands,
tearing our wearings
putting down our huses
and piercing the eyes of our offsprings
burning the books about reality.
We have enough good eyes
but nothing we can see.
We have enough good tongues
but nothing we can speak.
We have enough good ears
but nothing we can hear.
They've stolen away our thoughts
fresh and bright, and light
making everywhere foul and stink,
dumb and deaf and naive
placing the heavy burdens on our backs.
So, who are they?
Yes, we know them very well
but it has been long time
we have not enough courage
to tell you their names.
Ko Ko Oo

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success