WE ARE BARREN.

In our hut
With our lips in an inseparable unison,
We sang dirges alone...
Tears fled in our eyes,
Thus chaining our feet.

If death could come,
We could have gladly
embraced him with our hands...

Hark!
To the gods that hears us;
The sun that frowned and groaned
Have a hands in our cries.

Every night I played
Hide and seek on kanong’s rigid breasts,
My teeth bites the nose
And drank the hope...
We get horny &
We birthed pains and cries
Since the moon fell with her stars into our hearts.

Together we are barren,
So we gave birth to tears
That cries endlessly on our faces
like our children we will never born.

©Karn Jeremy Karn