La vie en rose

La vie en rose

Saturday, April 16, 2011

where are you



do not know
if you can hear me
jail my voice in your memory
every time I scream about fairness
always have this mouth gagged by the powerlessness of

if you can see
catch me with your eyes
and if I try to flee to avoid catastrophe
instead I'll fall even hurt

where are you?
why your eyes are normally visible blind
why a healthy ears suddenly deaf?
why your feet are intact become lame
why the perfect hand suddenly stiff?

if I had not seen
oh what a fool I'm asking you
figure that has no soul
cruel -
tomorrow morning your mother will mourn you


--for the government who might have forgotten the little people--

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