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SLAUGHTERHOUSE - ONE
Before we're born - we lose our hands,
Our heads are on blocks,
We have not eyes - before we're born - we have no instincts.
I'm not excited by the view,
I'm travelling behind the windows
Children whose hands are cut
These hands will stay empty
I see little legs cut
The Little ones can't run away...
Through people's deserts
Their eyes gouged out - before
They can see -
Before they see the light of day.
© Biliana Atanasova
© E-magazine LiterNet, 17.01.2005, № 1 (62)
Edited by Hristo Boev.