flame

i want to burn a flame
a flame on which coming, on which coming soaring
abused by men women, segregated woman and man, damned masters of entarte kunst  
all shuted up. and thrown off from the life.

we will have big solemnity
our eyes will meet and our hands
we will howl out our recent torments
and later we might be even find
a humour?!
will we? will we yet may laughas
those who reach victory by
finding eachother to this flame
for gathering us together.
or is it again my delirium-dream?
that we find to eachother
on noone land
we, indian, even if not american native
but we are indian
who towards atrocity of oppressors use after
every word to add:
HIRO KONE! (das habe ich gesagt)

and after we rejoicing in the hands
by our peacefull flame
we will stand up and count us
repressed by this society and culture we will come back
with explosive return
it will be absolutely shattering, staggering overturning
with a force never let loose before