The Future Does Not Belong To Me Nor You
- Frida Narin
- Jun 7, 2023
- 1 min read
The future is not mine who am trampled,
Nor yours who trample.
Nor the one who stands watch
On this old planet.
Bam, bam, bam!
War drums pound constantly.
Their hands clap and they shout
The future that does not belong to me,
Does not belong to you,
Or to those who stand and watch.
The words do not accomplish their purpose
No one picks up the pen to reconcile this.
No one takes the steps to silence the war drums.
No one knows the remedy to heal the sick past
And in this distant geography
In between strange whispers
Someone stands watching me get trampled
And you who are trampling.
Identities that are denied
My history that is slaughtered.
The future does not belong to us.
To those words that shoot,
That slaughter,
That deny,
It also does not belong.
The future!
Belongs to me
Belongs to you
Belongs to those who stand to watch
At the time when together and for each other
We find an answer to liberate the words
We have already condemned to death.
May 24, 2014, Nantes
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