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Let Me Think
Discrimination, Through my windows, Touched my skin, And nailed down my soul. I were born untouchable, My colour was dark, My loving nature was dying on the stretcher, My tongue tasted, The sweet and sour; a taste. The colour of my black eyes, Flamed fire into someone’s heart, My natural visionary sights, That was covered under black hairy strips, And my skull was burning ashes. Pain was sucking my blood, Red tissues were turning gray, My death was natural. Nobody claimed my dead body, White-eyes and fairy hands, Donated my heart to a posh, That was lying on a money bed, And eating his golden spoon and silver plates, Someone restored my organs, For human research, A candle was burning in a corner, Donate your blood for human beings. My beheaded body, That was covering with a mercy sheet, And a voice was loudening in the sky, God may bless him. Air was freshening the dirt, Forgive him to stay in heaven, A shrinking voice was weeping bitterly, Empty hands were rising up, Is this a natural life? Why did you give him a birth? If a poor has no equal right to live.
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