Saturday, April 23, 2011

Barbed heaven

It's good to be alive
Even if you are not free
You do not have to think
For yourself or worry
About tomorrow
It cannot be worse
The defeated like the dead
Have no fear;
You only have to do
As you are told
Deny your language
Your people
Your dream
Be grateful for the handouts,
Ignore the cries of your women
You cannot protect
Of the men tortured
To find traces of treason;
Learn to still the roar
Of the jungle
No longer yours,
Learn to look at
The moon beyond
The barbed fence
Learn to be a slave
Till the blood-weaned one
Turns against his own

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