I am alone and I
feel alone
I see the other
side of the harbour and I know there is no heart beating for me.I feel the cramps in the body and I know that they are not physically induced.
Why is heart ache so painful? Why there is no blood visible?
In this city full
of lights
Why is everyone
dwelling in this darkness without questioning the pain;
Why in this
overpopulated city there is none to sit beside me and tell me that all will be
fine;
Why there is none
to talk to. I have so many stories to tell, so many jokes that I have written;
Why there is so much silence in this crowded city full
of bars and restaurants and chatters;
Why is there dried blood in every pair of eyes,
costly suits and fake smiles;
Is it Me who is sad or.......this city is...
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?
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and the rain repeatedly spattering
its words and drilling them full
of apertures and birds?
I'll tell you all the news.
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And one morning everything was burning
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Come and see the blood in the streets,
come and see
the blood in the streets,
come and see the blood
in the streets!
- Neruda
Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie —
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The calm sweet earth that mothers all who die
As all men must;
Mourn not your captured comrades who must dwell —
Too strong to strive —
Each in his steel-bound coffin of a cell,
Buried alive;
But rather mourn the apathetic throng —
The cowed and the meek —
Who see the world's great anguish and its wrong
And dare not speak! ~Ralph Chaplin