You are spoken of
as if a streetwalker
on streets to nowhere
in city markets
so consciences may rest sleep
so consciences may rest sleep
purposeless obsession
men without hope
you are
the hope of those disarmed
proclaimed in songs
morning noon all night long
reclaimed on the walls
you haunt the times
and the heart...
men kill for you
and you
what did you do at those times?
Freedom
When shall we be delivered
Of your chains?
Elie Rajaonarison (1951 - 2010) Madagascar
Source: International Writing Program
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