Democracy, I Miss You, Darling Poem by Rahman Henry

You never let me know— how you are.
What kind of roadmap and map are needed
To reach that pairs of arm— I don't know.

which color is fabourite to those colorful lips
Is unknown to me. In this world, still the color of
Blood is red and I know: to remember those affected
Children of Palestine, you ought to choose red—
Everywhere on earth; Too much killing! In countries,
So much devastatation! Still, even today, we want to go
Towards you and only you—

I can swear in the name of these daylight scenes and
The blindness of the night: Each blood vessel from
Our injuries' drop off, will give birth to different types of flowers;
If, today, you stare at us, rejecting the greed of powersuckers,
If you creat shower of love; and those arm of you,
Democracy, (I miss you, darling) , if those arm of you
Expand towards our deprivation, towards ours—