You praise my strength, <br /> my fun for the war, ... <br /> the huge wound in <br />my head yet to heal.... <br /> <br /> You praise my strength <br /> my son is my power <br /> his muscle on his arm <br /> burning for war <br /> <br /> We crushed smiling Buddha <br /> with version of one eye, <br /> utterly without scent.. <br /> the eye simply for mind, <br /> <br />You raped my faith <br />and forced for purdha.. <br />you raped my sister, <br />for the sake of your faith <br /> <br />you made this land <br />and famine was the end, <br />any more than gray old horse <br />we meet in the holy place<br /><br />Thampi KEE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/budha-is-laughing/
