White Nights
Tell me how do you sleep? How does one sleep through the screaming of their brothers? How do police sleep on their beds Warmed by the breath of their living spouse, Lulled by the calm of their quiet house? How do they sleep? Unconcerned by the lives they stole Unbothered by their brothers The others We, the others with your scorn sticked on the skin Do you know how we sleep? In the deafening silence of absence The sawing pain of raw injustice Your violence Our bodies Our fles