MORE POEMS BY ZURINAH HASSAN, MALAYSIA

after watching alex haley’s roots
He
still wanted to be Kunta Kinte
even
after he was called Toby
again
he was tortured
and
pain was too high a price
for
him to bear
and don’t we all have a price to pay.
in
order to really be ourselves.
I cannot bear to face
the truth of your pen
the pain and horror of slavery
the vengeance in your writing
must art and it’s beauty
always
be born out of loneliness

and
misery?
CENTRAL MARKET(Where they all wait)
I often see him
sitting on the benches
of Central Market
watching passers by
or gazing into nowhere
waiting to be inspired
with a few poetic
lines.
Singing his lyric
he waits on
will someone come today to rescue him
from boredom
and unemployment.
He waits on at Central Market
overlooking
Dayabumi
he heard they are building images
is
he suffering reality?
But as he take refuge
on the cool mosaic
or soothe his forhead
by
the fountain side
washing away the thought
of the nagging mother
the noisy squatter
area he says,
“Thank you Central Market
thank you Dayabumi
for making this wait less unbearable
without
you
I
could have turned into a rebel”.

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