Shape the Words to Tell
We do not have the mouths to say
to shape the words to tell the stories
of where we have travelled so far
and what has befallen us on these roads.
We do not know how language
can be turned to tell of such horrors
without breaking, without collapsing
into incoherence and so many tears.
We have left the lands of our past
that held us in such tight chains
and stopped us singing our songs.
All our songs about our freedom
were all songs of our mental slavery
and we never opened our eyes
during those silent prayers
to see there was no-one there to listen
no-one there to care, just us
and our desire to remain prisoners.
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