I want a poem

I want a poem to burn them

our homes are crushed
our fields are filled by bombs

I want a poem to burn them

they caught us
they chained us

I want a poem to burn them

they raped and killed
our sisters, mothers and loves

I want a poem to burn them

they hanged our elders
they axed our children

I want a poem to burn them

they cut our fingers and vocal cards
they added our fried flesh and hot blood
in their tables

I want
I want
I want a poem to burn them
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Ariharasuthan R (December, 2010)