One,
Two,
Three.
I'm better.
You lazy brat!
Stop day-dreaming
and start learning with us.
What are you looking at the ceiling for?
There are no shows up there,
only darkness
and traps.
You'll strain your neck
Bothering with such nonsense.
You, fool.
Wear your silver anklets,
Adorn yourself with our fathers' bracelets
And precious necklaces.
They're too heavy you can't move around,
But you're not supposed to move anyway!
What? Say it again?
Who bewitched you?
What shadows are you talking about?
Oh.. nonsense!
How dare you say you've glimpsed
Some glaring light
when for fifty years I've known nothing else
but these flames?
Oh! Go ahead!
Throw your life away trying
to find the color blue
When all that exist
are black, red and yellow!
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This poem is an enigma to me as of now. I'm still trying to work out my reading of this poem.
When I read a poem, I look for clues. A good piece of literature lends clues to its own interpretation. I'm not saying, though, that this one isn't good. Right now, it's simply inaccessible to me.
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