Life Is the Walking Death
if i tell you that i love you;
will you sing for me all national anthems
of the black countries, of the white countries
will you give the defined hope of the Indian religions
if i tell you that i love you,
will you sing for me the poem?
'we need love, we need to be loved'
if i tell you that i love you;
will you come to me in my dream?
a dry to wet dream or a reminder to remind a dream
that i'm black i live in dark, i fight for light
this is my light, as it is your light
for better future, for tomorrow's bright
will you dream for me, or will you live my dream?
if i tell you that i love you;
will you kiss me from empty to dust my sweat
with your red tongue, will you colour me reddish?
or you will travel with my romantic kisses to the top
with empty hands to wave the up
smoothly touch from the sole to the head
that you will wake up, walk up, run up
against the rubbish, the boyish and girlish or the foolish.
if i tell you that i love you;
will you read for me the proverbs
or will you lead me to the lives
to live for them, to live for me, or to tire them
if i tell you, will you bring them
the dead living, the hatred, the never loved hearts
from the holy books, will you show the realities?
if i tell you that i love you;
will you wear once again your mask?
or you will give me the task
to clean the skin scars with the water wells
as the overnight standing against the falls
where by its winds travel their dreams
hanging their goals in their deep sleeps.
if i tell you that i love you;
will you listen to me till i visit no breath
or you will give me the life without worth
i remember your little laugh against the pure oath
you're the loudly laughter; as lastly you laugh
listening silently or noise arguing; enough is enough
i better call the proof of life
that, life is the walking death.
if i tell you that i love you;
will you employ me with my naked body
or you will hang me latter in the red blood
as you wished from me, from my emptiness
i given my value to blind my dignity
i think you will hire me, as well as fire me
from out of my soft skin, to the well rough skin.
if i tell you that i love you;
will you be able to read my small words
that from long time ago was printed at my skull
nourished and mould well cleaned from school
will you try to sense them, as they are bitter as poisons
helpless to the minded
kindly very hopeful, to those who give and take
it is for better giving and for better taking.
if i tell you that i love you;
will you cry with me in the state houses
or will you mourn with me in the dark black huts
as grandsons and granddaughters are buried in the soil
of whom they sit and relax with their tail.
if i tell you that i love you;
will you come again to ask for the chance
a chance to care your reference
from your background, bond with bond your mind to get confidence
or you will visit your last sacrifice
that determined your nationalist as you're the radical patriot
in the dirty hands, with your innocent blood to clean their dust.
if i tell you that i love you;
will you pray for me, in this village
or you will repent for them in the ridge
as they communicate with phones
but they die in their outcomes
as they talk to their phones
they wish harm to everybody in this world
pray for me, i will say no more word.
if i tell you that i love you;
will you reveal your absence to present your pain
or will you unearth to forgive again
i bet you will live and leave the chain
you're the one to distribute the ten
one after one the lost to regain
this is a little relax, a little fan
i know you can, if i tell you that i love you.
I LOVE YOU.
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