Did hands in white gloves bring forth Retro <br />When A.C.S spread open her legs to be aborted of cancer? <br />The answer, they say is <br />hushed by the blasting thunder of silvery-clouds. <br />WHO will ever know? <br />Flashes of blinding lightening turns pieces of truth into theories of conspiracy <br />WHO can see and tell of what hides behind dark clouded skies? <br /> <br />Stars fall, blood spills, horizontally and <br />eagles cry over what may have been agreed at the world population conference in Bucharest. <br /> <br /> <br />Gay men of Manhattan, lab rats of the time <br />Oh, surrogate fathers of the Retro embryo <br />WHO will cry for you? <br />When the beats of the burgeoning population of the third world sounded, <br />they used you to try out their genius solution. <br />WHO will cry for you, when sounds of silence rise over these theories shattered in pieces? <br /> <br />Was one lab rat enough? <br />Did they think of Africa and say, ‘Ahah! <br />they too? They grow and rise in regal aura <br />this will hold them back. <br />This should hold them back! ’ Did they? <br />Well, WHO knows? <br /> <br />No, they did not have a toothbrush mustache <br />They had smiley faces and Medic-packs of small pox vaccines <br />But our holocaust began after their vaccine injections <br />WHO Knows if those small pox vaccines where small pox vaccines? <br /> <br />The black genome soon became a new womb for the Retro embryo <br />Oh, how Africa bubbles in the hot pot of soup that death sips. <br />They say ‘Tetrasil’ was locked away perhaps to be released <br />when graves have eaten to their full and tears have flooded the <br />Cape of Good Hope. <br /> <br />WHO knows why Retro blossoms in Africa? <br />Stars fall, blood spills, horizontally <br />and an eagle cries. But we may just let this sleep away with dark history, <br />WHO wouldn’t.<br /><br />konye ori<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-knows-25/
