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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>September on Jessore Road</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Millions of babies watching the skies<br>Bellies swollen, with big round eyes<br>On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts<br>Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Millions of fathers in rain<br>Millions of mothers in pain<br>Millions of brothers in woe<br>Millions of sisters nowhere to go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One Million aunts are dying for bread<br>One Million uncles lamenting the dead<br>Grandfather millions homeless and sad<br>Grandmother millions silently mad</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Millions of daughters walk in the mud<br>Millions of children wash in the flood<br>A Million girls vomit & groan<br>Millions of families hopeless alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Millions of souls nineteenseventyone<br>homeless on Jessore road under grey sun<br>A million are dead, the million who can<br>Walk toward Calcutta from East Pakistan</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Taxi September along Jessore Road<br>Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load<br>past watery fields thru rain flood ruts<br>Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof huts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wet processions Families walk<br>Stunted boys big heads don't talk<br>Look bony skulls & silent round eyes<br>Starving black angels in human disguise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother squats weeping & points to her sons<br>Standing thin legged like elderly nuns<br>small bodied hands to their mouths in prayer<br>Five months small food since they settled there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on one floor mat with small empty pot<br>Father lifts up his hands at their lot<br>Tears come to their mother's eye<br>Pain makes mother Maya cry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two children together in palmroof shade<br>Stare at me no word is said<br>Rice ration, lentils one time a week<br>Milk powder for warweary infants meek</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No vegetable money or work for the man<br>Rice lasts four days eat while they can<br>Then children starve three days in a row<br>and vomit their next food unless they eat slow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Jessore road Mother wept at my knees<br>Bengali tongue cried mister Please<br>Identity card torn up on the floor<br>Husband still waits at the camp office door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Baby at play I was washing the flood<br>Now they won't give us any more food<br>The pieces are here in my celluloid purse<br>Innocent baby play our death curse </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two policemen surrounded by thousands of boys<br>Crowded waiting their daily bread joys<br>Carry big whistles & long bamboo sticks<br>to whack them in line They play hungry tricks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Breaking the line and jumping in front <br>Into the circle sneaks one skinny runt<br>Two brothers dance forward on the mud stage<br>Teh gaurds blow their whistles & chase them in rage</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why are these infants massed in this place<br>Laughing in play & pushing for space<br>Why do they wait here so cheerful & dread<br>Why this is the House where they give children bread</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man in the bread door Cries & comes out<br>Thousands of boys and girls Take up his shout<br>Is it joy? is it prayer? &quot;No more bread today&quot;<br>Thousands of Children at once scream &quot;Hooray!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Run home to tents where elders await<br>Messenger children with bread from the state<br>No bread more today! & and no place to squat<br>Painful baby, sick shit he has got.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Malnutrition skulls thousands for months<br>Dysentery drains bowels all at once<br>Nurse shows disease card Enterostrep<br>Suspension is wanting or else chlorostrep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Refugee camps in hospital shacks<br>Newborn lay naked on mother's thin laps<br>Monkeysized week old Rheumatic babe eye<br>Gastoenteritis Blood Poison thousands must die</div><div style="margin:10px 0">September Jessore Road rickshaw<br>50,000 souls in one camp I saw<br>Rows of bamboo huts in the flood <br>Open drains, & wet families waiting for food</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Border trucks flooded, food cant get past,<br>American Angel machine please come fast!<br>Where is Ambassador Bunker today?<br>Are his Helios machinegunning children at play?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are the helicopters of U.S. AID?<br>Smuggling dope in Bangkok's green shade.<br>Where is America's Air Force of Light?<br>Bombing North Laos all day and all night?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are the President's Armies of Gold?<br>Billionaire Navies merciful Bold?<br>Bringing us medicine food and relief?<br>Napalming North Viet Nam and causing more grief?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are our tears? Who weeps for the pain?<br>Where can these families go in the rain?<br>Jessore Road's children close their big eyes<br>Where will we sleep when Our Father dies?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whom shall we pray to for rice and for care?<br>Who can bring bread to this shit flood foul'd lair?<br>Millions of children alone in the rain!<br>Millions of children weeping in pain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ring O ye tongues of the world for their woe<br>Ring out ye voices for Love we don't know<br>Ring out ye bells of electrical pain<br>Ring in the conscious of America brain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many children are we who are lost<br>Whose are these daughters we see turn to ghost?<br>What are our souls that we have lost care?<br>Ring out ye musics and weep if you dare--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cries in the mud by the thatch'd house sand drain<br>Sleeps in huge pipes in the wet shit-field rain<br>waits by the pump well, Woe to the world!<br>whose children still starve in their mother's arms curled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this what I did to myself in the past?<br>What shall I do Sunil Poet I asked?<br>Move on and leave them without any coins?<br>What should I care for the love of my loins?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What should we care for our cities and cars?<br>What shall we buy with our Food Stamps on Mars?<br>How many millions sit down in New York<br>& sup this night's table on bone & roast pork?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many millions of beer cans are tossed<br>in Oceans of Mother? How much does She cost?<br>Cigar gasolines and asphalt car dreams<br>Stinking the world and dimming star beams--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Finish the war in your breast with a sigh<br>Come tast the tears in your own Human eye<br>Pity us millions of phantoms you see<br>Starved in Samsara on planet TV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many millions of children die more<br>before our Good Mothers perceive the Great Lord?<br>How many good fathers pay tax to rebuild <br>Armed forces that boast the children they've killed?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many souls walk through Maya in pain<br>How many babes in illusory pain?<br>How many families hollow eyed lost?<br>How many grandmothers turning to ghost?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many loves who never get bread?<br>How many Aunts with holes in their head?<br>How many sisters skulls on the ground?<br>How many grandfathers make no more sound?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many fathers in woe<br>How many sons nowhere to go?<br>How many daughters nothing to eat?<br>How many uncles with swollen sick feet?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Millions of babies in pain<br>Millions of mothers in rain<br>Millions of brothers in woe<br>Millions of children nowhere to go</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Allen+Ginsberg">Allen Ginsberg</a><div class=q>
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Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts
Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts

Millions of fathers in rain
Millions of mothers in pain
Millions of brothers in woe
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