Melancholy
hiding in the lap of this field,
i can hear your barrel
knocking at soil,
chuckling at my
ramshackled dreams
it was you ,man
you was my brother once ,
younger son of my mother,
i can smell mammas
umbilical cord ,
when you throttle my heart,
pierces through my veins,
pouring chemical fumes
at my damp skin,
i prayed for your bliss,
to the eternity,
through my breaths, sighs,
you got golden marks,
crushing at my limbs,
you squeezed degrees
and fames,
your labs was my
mausoleum,
your pesticides
was my
killer
your fames was my loss,
i can see you brother
bearing the white powder
in your arms
to demolish my
larvas,
tadpoles,
with your famished
tongue
you made my sorrows ,
the best item for your
supper,
with a despairing sigh,
i'm writing my
name on your homes
again and again,
because your
sons may not know
what is a frog
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