if only i knew the language this is being written in,
i would've screamed 22 years ago,or at least recently.
my failure to communicate in urban mannerisms,
has fooled them into thinking that I'm incapable of realizing,
took him away from me.
don't sit next to me to silence him, it's all too obvious
that plastic smile. i don't even have to look at you to know.
it's all manifested in your little miracles,
whom you'd take full credit of nurturing
they don't know shit, and that's what you dont know
the fact that you,and unfortunately him,
have worked your asses, distancing yourself from them,
and undeniably me and even yours,
in an effort to make sure they wouldn't brush shoulders with;
and honestly smiling in the end of the torment.
like my next door neighbor 2 farms away,
and the other, 2 villages away,
both dropping by today,
and joking about both their kids floating cold in the same pond.
it's not about shielding them from scars
we bleed everyday from being late by 52 years in roadworks.
it's about you,
hiding behind fluffy bricks,
instead of hard wooden floors,
building a family with diluted powders,
on a soil unowned.