Editor’s note: this poem references sexual violence and killing.
They sit
Watch
Smile
Wait for the souls to die
So they can fill their stomachs
Sometimes prey is the soul of woman,
Amused, clapping, whispering,
it's a woman again
when one raped flesh failed to waken the soul of justice
Vultures hold them with their claws, tearing the flesh of the soul with nails
Beak, ripping veins, licking blood, spitting when full
Sometimes it's the soul of poor
Vultures, pretending, tch tch tch with false heart
asking, what happened to him?
a murmur, hunger forced him to eat death.
and then they satisfy their own hunger
by eating the tongue of poor,
spitting when full
Sometimes it's the soul of we are free
young whisper,
what happened to this soul?
corruption, misuse of power, discrimination, silencing,
killed this soul
and then they devour the vocal of we are free,
Spitting when full
Yes poets are vultures
taking bath with black blood of dead soul
Showing blackness on their spits