( 2 ) The Same Train





The train ..... The train
I mean even the metal train
Sympathized
Refused the rattle in his vein
Cried
His eyes became their tears to drain
To damp the thirst for freedom
And called up the hope for rain!
Tried to gather them in Trojan horse
And invade the dryness
Who surrounds them by their insane
Give them immunity
Against their hopeless
Compressed lane
Urged them
To plant the shining grain
Instead of
Gambling
Waiting
Pale faces
Digging In....... no rocks
For loss or gain!
So the train
I mean the metal
Flared in shyness
Shrinked
Contused
But felt the youthfulness
Through his beautiful
Shining leader grain
Who was scattered to the earth
Also smiled in pain!
Glared at the dried
Neglected soil
In his hopeful vision
And imagined him self
Planting breadfruit tree in
There abdomen
Cause he found the men
And all women
Who were hefted in the narrow lane?
Equal
Humped
Trapped in a rusty chain

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Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2007-02-05 at 09:29

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