Why do the men die? Why do the women weep? How am I to tell them We all only sleep?
My head is on fire, My chest carries a brick. How on earth do I convince them This life’s only a trick?
Let my barbaric yawp sound Across the roofs of earth and sky. I want them to hear me. God knows I’m not sure why.
Limitation laughs at me Should I care at all? If out of a hundred, Only one lamb should fall?
I know most of my kind Don’t give a damn For the rejected, ragged sufferers Stumbling through a raped, ravaged land.
A thorny rope tightens around my soul. The heart’s blood leaves each eye. Because their dead faces I can’t forget, No matter how hard I try.
I clench my small fists And I curse my heart’s unnecessary size. I tell my soul “be still” When the blood flows from my eyes.
Lock the eyes away, seal them up tight, I don’t want to see Every poor man’s plight.
My insides are wailing. Heart says, “handle with care.” But how can I help it If it is fragile as air?
Heart screams for the people. Each lives like one dead, Eyes shrouded in suffocating cloud, And a cruelly veiled head.
I lose count keeping track. I cry for each one. There are too many. Would it have been better if we were none?
Dear God, I’m set to implode! But who cares what they think? I will not let my resolve Push my mind over the brink.
This heaviness binds me, but I am not afraid. That pulsating longing will come to somebody's aid.
It will not be useless. My hands will not swing. there is someone out there whom unto God I shall bring.