We are roots,
we are the unknown earth’s own,
we spread out in the eyeballs of the killers,
We are not murdered.
We cannot be seen, we are hidden in their eyes.
We are in the eyes of the murderers
and we penetrate them.
They see solely us.
They see us.
They only see us.
We are everywhere –
we, the disappeared.
A forest.
Disappearing amongst us are
the lawyers,
Disappearing,
the judges.
The Law is one of us.
Margarita Serafimova (21st century) Bulgaria
Source: Albany Poets
See also Margarita's Facebook page
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