Thursday, July 14, 2011

There's raining !

There's raining !

Somewhere in a land
buried corpses

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 !