I want a poem to burn them
our homes are crushed
our fields are filled by bombs
I want a poem to burn them
they caught us
they chained us
I want a poem to burn them
they raped and killed
our sisters, mothers and loves
I want a poem to burn them
they hanged our elders
they axed our children
I want a poem to burn them
they cut our fingers and vocal cards
they added our fried flesh and hot blood
in their tables
I want
I want
I want a poem to burn them
-----------
Ariharasuthan R (December, 2010)
our homes are crushed
our fields are filled by bombs
I want a poem to burn them
they caught us
they chained us
I want a poem to burn them
they raped and killed
our sisters, mothers and loves
I want a poem to burn them
they hanged our elders
they axed our children
I want a poem to burn them
they cut our fingers and vocal cards
they added our fried flesh and hot blood
in their tables
I want
I want
I want a poem to burn them
-----------
Ariharasuthan R (December, 2010)
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