Abused Letters of Hope

Abused Letters of Hope

Dedicated to you...

I was born to loop my balmy
dreams to your bleeding verses
born to shout your childhood fads 
lost in a mute hell in front of everybody

I am the delicious revenge of all molested children 
spilling their pain into the purple shores of Orphanage
I am the handsome anger of all neglected  buds 
blooming on the lapel of Oppression

-Which holiness protected your most child letters
written on the skies of Hope!
Where was Jesus, where was Allah, where was Brahma and all others!

Tiny gardens of your short-length lives
occupied by the rivers of Fear round the clock
Your purity was hunted mercilessly
by the neighbour ravens of your helpless meadows

-Which holiness protected your most child letters
written on the skies of Hope!
Where was Jesus, where was Allah, where was Brahma and all others!

I am the delicious revenge of all molested children 
spilling their pain into the purple shores of Orphanage
I am the handsome anger of all neglected  buds 
blooming on the lapel of Oppression

Serkan Engin
Empty Mirror Magazine April 2014