Saki
Saki complain:
For all this longing.
For the wounds sitting
In your heart.
For your lonely tears.
For all misunderstandings
Which cast thorns
In our hearts.
Complain:
For our home
Which was wrapped in
Our Mother’s hair
But now sits atop soil.
For all these, whirlwinds
Year by year,
Make Complaints.
That this world is full of cruelty,
And fairness passes by us
Once in awhile, like a breeze.
Saki complain:
For the half of life
Which we learned love
And for the half we denied it.
Complaint works,
Time has come
For us to complain of the
Captivity of the human race…
Saki, if you complain
Maybe…
Maybe this silent still tree
Which sits in front of you
Will tremble, and
Drop its leaves, because
Of your sad, somber sigh.
Maybe…
You can shake us,
Shake us human bastards to
Pause for a moment and think.