Hush

Alone.
Silent.
Tired.

The sun has not set
But there's darkness
An oily shroud wraps us.

The rascals are laughing
They claim to have light
Aren't they burning?

Hush.
Hush.
Hush.

wonder

there are people

who can stare at beauty
wonder
about god

and then torture and kill

or support with silence

and have an excuse

who can still stare
if it is blood
on the ground.

Kadalil Thaazhvaaram

A cliff stands in between
My valley
And the sea above with a sinking sun.

Not a thing separates
My people
And the idiots, there's not a thinking one.