How much longer would the fire,
keep on burning my heart's desire,
how much longer till they stop,
calling me a fraud, a cheat, a liar?
How much longer till He saves,
me from the deadly waves,
that wash away my life from the shores
and trap it in dark, little caves?
How much longer till the ground stops
destroying whatever that it robs,
how much longer till the Earth explodes,
and returns all my silenced sobs?
How much longer till the Sun freezes
and the Moon crumbles into pieces,
how much longer till the masks are ripped off
and the world sees the real faces?
How much longer till I can leave,
and stop crying myself to sleep?
All I have in my hands now,
is a prayer to say and a dream to weave.
-B.Sinjini.
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