Unborn Laughter
They who pretended to have known love,
without fear and shameless to the sight of my God
have grounded me, not for weeks, not for months, but
ahh, who knows? what’ll come next, into their mind!
At this moment of time, I now huddle
in the pangs of solitariness, d’you know?
I’m hapless and sad, makes me sick. And, I hardly
concentrate nor think anything good, about them.
O this terrible, heinous crime
that’ll happen, gnaws my soul
for I am sure, I felt it, I can command the air
that they breathe, with so much laughter---
Damn, how could I not have known!? But, I heard well
the sound of love and endless swearing, to give me
the best in life, a future, yet my folks have killed me
without mercy, cutting my link to the outside world.
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