Untitled (V) (1993)
Poem By Patrick Wescott
What do you know about me?
Do you know my dreams of love?
Do you know that I want a child,
so that I can pass on what I have learned?
Do you know that it sickens me,
to watch men get rich from killing the world
While our faith in our govenors
leads us to extinction and them to feast?
Do you know that I hide from all this
so that I dont disrupt your image of me?
Who am I?