Learn to cry, my darling
Feel the pain as though it pierces your skin
Show your anger with violent kicks
Shudder at the injustice that prevails in to-be home
Let not the love and care I shower on you,
Make you dumb or your senses numb
Learn to get angry, my dear…
Feel the rage as though you are boiled alive
Cry your heart out for the butchery done on lives even as young as you are
Scream your lungs out for the incredible terror unleashed in the name of discrimination
Your first cry to this world means all this to me and more…
Once you’re born, I shall shelter you, care for you,
Try all my might that no pain touches you…
For I won’t then have the courage to speak thus to you…
But life is not so fair as to many other babies
I’ll tend you like a rose bud,
Treat you like a sweet-smelling herb,
But my innermost desire is that,
To see you as the firewood that sets ablaze
A whole load of muck and tripe
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007
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