Tiku akp


I Don't Want To Know


No, I don’t want to know
About the front page news;
The rape of my sister by her boss;
The castration of the social worker
By his fleeing wife;
The beheading of the son of
The farmer at the door of rain god;
Or, my wife’s adventure with
The servant in the forest bungalow;
No, I don’t want to know.
The child bomb let loose by the terrorists;
The hot iron burning the vaginas in the camps;
Tearing of wombs of women
Going to rallies for emancipation;
The dumping of my daughter
In a drain, her virginity and kidneys stolen;
No, I don’t want to know.
The names written in blood
At the walls of the hotels;
About the heart rending cries
Of the old men, begging for life;
About the dark skeletons
Picking puffed rice in the drains;
Yes, I know;
But I don’t want to know.

Submitted: Sunday, June 05, 2011
Edited: Friday, June 17, 2011

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