Temple of Words

Here I am, in the water that cools, That soothes my body, Opening my mind And diluting my soul. Here I am, a boy who reveals his soul, About the hardship of my being Left on the shape of my torn soles Painted with dark colours on the rough canvas of my life: And here i am, again, revealing my soul. For who will I tell, except you, about mama Who was said to have killed papa By the ones he held close to heart, All for the love of money Flowing to a mirageous eternity? Who will I tell that his body wasn't buried in his home And that his only son is now a sheep in the street Left with the memories of his departed bloods? Who will I tell about last night That a boy of a morning age Was struck in the night By a man of a night ape Who made him gush blood from his anus!? I feel the pain right there beneath I feel it too deeply in my breath And also in my darkened heart, tearing my being. Ah, who will I tell of this "harbour in a mean nation”? Who will