Words haunt me
Ghosts are pleased
To appear in words’ apparel
Beauty, ugliness
All in their custody
Mothers weep over words
In youth and in old age
My sweet one!
Oh! My hell of a one!
Oh! Father killer!
The libido has no place
In the universal order of suffering
Not only in Rwanda or Somalia
Everywhere words kill others
Especially the most loved
So I keep mum.
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