Τρίτη, 2 Ιουλίου 2013

but in this country there is war



 

 I am a poet
who yearns to dance on rooftops,
to whisper delicate lines about joy
and the blessings of human understanding.
I try. I go to my land, my tower of words and
bolt the door, but the typewriter doesn't fade out
the sounds of blasting and muffled outrage.
My own days bring me slaps on the face.
Every day I am deluged with reminders
that this is not
my land

and this is my land.

I do not believe in the war between races

but in this country
there is war

 

Lorna Dee Cervantes

 

Extract from  Young White Man Poem

image borrowed from here

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