Words
Are colourless
Striking a cord
Of fear, hopelessness, deceit
Words are words.
Words
Are colourless
Pricking the soul
Striking a chord of discord
Of betrayal, malice, untruthfulness
Words are words.
Words
Are colourless
Lacerating the tendons of the mind
Chaining the soul, no release
A chord of enslavement to last
Of humiliation, punishment, defeat
Words are words are words.
Maputo: 11/09/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem