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Ahmisa
by Genny Lim

Ah-I walk with a gun,
With a gun to my heart, with a gun to my head,
with a gun to my heart to kill,
To kill with a gun, my hurt,
To kill with my hurt, a gun

I speak like the many-mouthed bird,
Like the many-mouthed bird with words
that fly, that sting, in all directions,
That fly like the winds, that fly like bullets,
like bullets into the proud flesh of my youth,
into the proud flesh of my wound, my womb, my wound

Himsa - the wish to kill, the wish to kill
The wish to behead this rage in me
This he, not me; this she, not me
This white buffalo of hate, this black brick of my heart
My heart, which I remember
My heart, which I dismember
My heart which I bequeath to death
My heart, which I bequeath to reason
and to the empty orgasms of power

Ahimsa
To love with action, to act with love
Towards all, towards all
Animal, vegetable and human
Ahimsa, Ahimsa, Ahimsa

To Rosa Parks and Birmingham Sunday
To Malcolm X and Martin Luther King
To Nelson Mandela and the Dalai Lama
To Rigoberta Menchu and Mother Theresa
To Thich Nat Han and Mahatma Gandhi
To Ang San Syu Kyi
We give truth to guard eternally

Ah-I walk with a gun,
With a gun to my heart, With a gun to my head,
With a gun to my heart, With a gun to my head,
To kill my hurt, to hurt my kill
Because I am the many-mouthed bird,
The many-mouthed bird, whose name will be
forgotten

copyright 2001, Genny Lim

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