These, I attempt;
How about disclosing some lies
How about teaching the soulless –
to unleash
How about a white touch on the invisible
on the hidden, on the untouched,
on those unapparent –
the ones locked?
how about
unveiling the ones kept within
your built confinement of deception
how about tearing the skin, the membrane
of dishonesty
What about unleashing the deceased?
Immorality and evilness you have written
Those you believe, but those which had painted
dark indecency upon a torn justice
what about ripping of two fingers
that turn the key anti-clockwise
what about us the green leaves
what about us the golden soil
what about us you gained
a deceit loyalty from?
‘Haha~’
‘Haha~’ me dear power
I am but a fool in your sight
I am not a phoenix waiting
for a second release
for a second reincarnation –
because I am in no possession
of ashes of evidence
that I’d be a rising soul
that I’d be a screaming voice
in the heavy crowd
with the rain
with the endless mockeries
deceitfulness,
but I am not the ‘nothing’
Syima M.A
March 31, 2007
9:03 pm
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