Love is a murdering poison
make her waits for his return
walls and windows around her
shares her love better than him
Makes her waits for his return
will he come across the circle window
to share her love better than them
holding her in arms with a soft kiss
Walls and windows around her
while animal is playing drums
will he bring her along
Or she yield with the exhausted love
(30 mins poem)
I am the tears of life
Surviving to build the society
So much of regret in my eyes
Why should I born like this?
Your freedom is laughing at me
Silently telling my dangerous situation
Who will bright us like light?
To continue our resistance against you
We should be the colorful bougainvilleas
Yet we are still the wasted rubbish
Treated only as sexual tools
Counting days to reach the sky
this poem is dedicated to Junko Furuta....RIP...
