Dear Home,
I heard they hit you again,hit you till you bled and ran wild in the streets.I heard they raped you again and made you run naked infront of those eyes that wanted to devour each bit of your organs.I heard they burnt your soul again and laughed when the last bit of it dissolved in the smoke of burning buses.I heard they smelt your blood till they could no longer distinguish its smell from that of burnt tires.
Maybe they killed you today like they have been killing you over and over again.Maybe this time you're dead for certain,making sure i go back to a ghost town next time.Maybe there I'll find you amidst charred bodies, struggling to spread your wings again and become the phoenix you were destined to be.maybe..
Love,
Me.
6 comments:
*don't worry*am home*
man,im quite fed up of seeing whats happening to the city every other time.
i very well understand how you feel.because this is something we have talked of many many times...sometimes out of concern...sometimes out of sheer hopelessness...and i faced something terrible yesterday...of which you know...i just wish i can do something some day...i want change...but not the "change" that is the talk of the town right now...
Am not sure whether I should be glad I wasn't there to witness the ferocity, the mayhem, or to be sad I wasn't there to protest against the futility, the mindlessness of it all.
Shudder.
Powerful stuff. And yes, this city is a little dystopia.
brillaint. awesome writing. Cant tell you how much it speaks out my state of mind rt nw.
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