about
the minister’s ailing son
that
she breaks boiling news?
How
comes it was not whispered
when
Tina’s hospital bed crawled with maggots
and
her eyes oozed pus
because
the doctors lacked gloves?
What
about Kassajja’s only child
who
died because the man with the key
to
the oxygen room was on leave?
I
have seen queues
of
emaciated mothers clinging to
babies
with translucent skins
faint
in line
and
the lioness of a nurse
commanding
tersely
‘Get
up or leave the line.’
Didn't I hear it rumored that
the
man with the white mane
and
black robes
whose
mouth stores the justice of the land
ushered
a rape case out of court
because
the seven-year-old
failed
to testify?
Anyway,
I only remember these things
when
I drink,
they
are indeed tipsy explosions.
best poem ever....too much deep meaning
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ReplyDeleteAlot of irony though cool
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