Facebook In Prison
Facebook is in prison-how we are, you can realize.
Only ghosts and elves loiter here-
yet how will I flee, how will I run away
leaving behind my ancestors' house?
How painful it is to love men-
you know, I know.
Those who love and who find out the pearls and gems
like divers are villains here. Heroes are those
who possess the necks of gorillas,
the claws of leopards
and the eyes of vultures.
Writing our sorrows and the news of our poems and flowers,
we will not send more to the world-
our two hands are tied with chains,
our mouths are stuck with superglue
and our Facebook is in prison.
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