Somewhere in a land
buried corpses
arise
Rain on the earth
touches the buried corpses
They arise
As they awake from a sound sleep
On the lips of the corpses
there are untold more words
And questions like knives
on the conscience of the world !
They claim to roots
That they were buried before death
They are not dead;
they were murdered
by crushing on the head -
Buried corpses say to the earthworm !
The buried corpses request the rain
to rain on their people and land
with the same chillness and mercy !
