I Protest
I protest
This place that shrines
As a capital
For lost children,
Kidnapped
Violated
Murdered
Is dead on the list
Of probabilities for hell.
She was only child
Someone said
And I disagreed
Vehemently
Resisting suffocation
Strangulation
With all the approximations
Of the living to the dead
A seed
That will not suck the breast
Of earth again
A tree unfruited
With bunch of promise and pain
A dream
That changes to vampires
Howling
The flitting images of bats
Impaled on memory
A vision like kite
Tangled on power lines
Longing for wings
Featherless
A mother
With an empty womb
Missing
A place at the table
Like a vacant parking lot
No, not just a child
A whole interruption of life
A community gone
Blood smeared across
The sky of dawn
Too many now the little victims
Children plundered
Tell the sundering tales of strife
This too
Must end!
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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