Abel Thundil

Posted on : 22 May 2021

THE GREATEST TRAGEDY
Many black hands on the walls;
A struggle
To push the walls over
And explore.
The caged bird wants to fly
And the kite in the tree
Wants the wind to carry it away.
Many black hands on the walls;
A struggle
To see what is on the other side.
We keep pushing
Until the dirt sticks to the walls completely
And our palms bleed,
And the walls will drip with bloody palm prints,
Until the blood drips so much
That they no longer look like palms.
They'll inspect
And find not even a single palm print.
And they'll say we never tried.

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Posted on : 22 May 2021