Saturday, 15 January 2011

Plundered Dreams

This is no chitchat
Of bush romance.
This is no idle talk
Of women in well.
This is no gossip
Inside a barber shop.

Words that can make or break nations
These words are,
Emotions that can draw blood
From the skulls of killed soldiers
These emotions are,
Grief that can explode
Hearts of the oppressed
These grieves are.

This is no Bush-Romance-Chit-Chat
An Elegy it is of borrowed dreams
Coarse conscience
Mutilated mien
Choreographed calmness
Stale stance

This is not an idle talk
A commentary it is of broken pieces
riddled roses
Flaring flames
Sickening sirens

These words
Are the buried bodies of plundered dreams
Mocking their epitaphs.

C) Lorot Salem 2011


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