I Will Not Be Silent

Overlooks the juvenility. 
The shrinking genitals. 
It was the militancy. 
The freedom, brought 
about by the guns. 
Now indiscreetly firing at the sky. 

This deadpan delivery 
of the shut doors. Economy 
has failed the toads, 
the croaking minions. A raw 
poem speaks now 
for the unopened coffins. 

The run, the run of the 
century begins. Some one was 
running, non-stop, from 
sleep to sleep, away from the sexual 
assaults, from rapes, from 
man-slaughter.