When Your Smouldering Round Bullet Pierce My Fragile Heart? - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
My tall brother soldier!
If your rusty gun is a guitar
Then people won't die in vain
and they listen to your
But your rough fingers
they trained you purposely
for the trigger
and not for strings?
My little brother soldier!
When your smouldering round bullet
pierce my fragile heart
Do you hear that
painful dying song of your father's voice?
to the Irish poet William Butler Yeats!
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Published today 03.08
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