THEY WOULDN'T LET ME RULE THE WORLD - Poem by Nicolae Coande
They wouldn't let me rule the world at five when I had strength tears
my name was bigger than my head
yet today when they all want to get out I cling to my old bearing
"alone forsaken like a fawn in the poor man's cauldron"
liketheybind with tiny fingers the string to balloons lost in the sky.
Don't forsake a man in trouble and Trouble is out toying with minds
like the devil toys in the scriptorium when he's on his own with the world
a young soul falls asleep on its way to the slaughterhouse -
noticed how clever kids are at denying everything that succeeds them
in this world
at allowing the afterlife to stay unchanged under the frenzied howling of adults?
Edges and corners I have to fend as in dramatic calculation.
They wouldn't let me rule the world ("like you'd cook fish
with slighter hand")
yet today when they all scream to get out I'm the boy frightened
his parents left him alone in the house with poetry - strength name and tears.
Watching a knife when it thinks no one sees
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