The Rags I wear depict
The poverty that wraps me
But not my heart
.
The eyes faded in my face
Reveal the woe of my soul
But not the reason behind
.
The words I have scattered
Sprouted to become isms
The nights I have spent
Drowned into the belly of TIME
.
The thoughts I conceived
Poured the swords of rebellions
The days I have lost
Pleaded me to memorize them