Agonies of a Caged Lad

I never knew the waters that
washed my face and
quenched my thirst were the remains
of the flooded eye of my fathers.
I never knew the rumbling sounds
Thrown during storms
were the agonised voices
of widows and orphaned children.
I never knew, the stars I see in the sky
are the escaped bullets that hid
under the roof of my bones
and rubbed my soul with grief.
until I see the rainbow, bowed
before me, the agonies I wear
at the top of my body
will split-up into fragments.
until I lose the river that dwells in my mouth,
every drop of rain and of memories
will be hung at every corner
in the city of my thoughts.