I am very touched by this excellent poem by George Agak. His work is very graphic, and grabs ahold of the reader and doesn’t let go. It is an accomplishment to achieve such a deeply emotional work of writing, and as you folks know, I am not subject to being moved by hyperbole….so I appreciate what I may call beauty-in-horror. It is a sad fact that this kind of terrible scenario exists in our modern world. Thanks for letting me re-blog, George!
I will write a letter and toss it in the wind
Or strip your hammock and toss in the river
I might be dead when they reach you
Nothing has changed
Yet nothing has remained the same
The gods have been vexed
All this time they’ve held rain
Grass still grows
Watered by endless flow of blood
The valley has changed its appeal
The shades we once rested under
Now home rotting humans
And vultures feast
The freedom fighters have fought the system
Then rebelled against their prior motives
They kill anything in human gait
But still….
The government lives
Not counting the ones lost
They fly outside to drink and dine
Because this nation is rotten
Their appetite might wane
When they took you, bro,
I couldn’t fight them
That’s cowardice I know
But death isn’t for the brave either
Bro, this nation is rich
You could have seen…
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