The Sorrow Night Songs [Poetry]

THE SECRET LETTER

Dear gods,
As we put black back at the dark of the moon,
Everything we do provoke tears!

Even how we made it
Through where you left us—is still hidden openly in the space of the tunnels.

The man in us died—before the beginning of death.
It died—in the hands of dirty mentality
marred with selfish desires,
It resurrected without dying.

Nothing came between us,
It was us against the beauty of governance,
Which cuddled us.
Romantically.
Kissed us with its sweet
but poisonous truth.

It left us choked in the eyes of
ignorant greedy preachers.
Who didn't know the journey but
took headlights ahead of us.
And with those who were much aware of where the journey lies,
They were castrated like dogs.
And they sold their conscience.

Dear gods,
Our children came with teeth.
Sharper than a little fire—burning mountains in the wildness.

And in the days of rain,
It rained sunny,
And in the days of sun,
It shined rainstorms.

Our hopeful gods,
We are now gods of our own
destinies,
And so if you finish reading this letter,
Don't bother to reply,
The air here won't allow us
To read well in your lines.

Thank you!