mercredi 4 septembre 2013

"WITHOUT POWER", poem, by Patricia LARANCO.

WITHOUT POWER.


When you are without power,
When you are not the strongest
All which is yours is stolen
And you are reduced to nothing
You haven’t any place
Where you can go,
No place that you can call “my home”,
You become a nomadic one,
A stranger in all the countries,
A debased beggar
Everywhere asking for
Goodwill and charity,
Waiting at their pleasure.

When you’re without power,
Your wings are cut,
You are limping,
Completely dispossessed,
You’ve lost everything:
Your say in the matter, your rights, your opportunities,
Your living space;
People are crushing you
As they can crush a stunted woodlouse;
No one recognizes you any beauty,
Any spirit,
You’ are only a part of the population,
Of the bastardized, of the defeated,
Your duty is to keep a low profile, to hug the walls,
To stay in the outskirts,
At best, to celebrate the sparkling of the looters
Who now became lords of the peace,
Never forget that, your duty
Is not to disrupt by waking up,
By your out of tune singings
The holy consensual concert that are playing
All those happy people whose remembrance
Left them.




PL



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