My daughter would like to know
how many legs the letter m has?
How many sides the dice has?
How many strings has the puppeteer
to handle his theater dolls?
It reminds me I would like to know
where the well that fate has fished
my loves, my friends, my children?
Who stole my desires, my passions,
my kisses, my hugs, my most cherished dreams?
Where are they captives?
How many more suffering and uncertainty remain?
Where does the king receive his subjects who claim for justice?
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©