When I had flesh on my bones,you took it away from me.
When there was milk in my mother's bosoms,
you drained it out with greed,
hence, I remember the taste of milk on my tongue, no longer.
Now you watch me with great sorrow and wish me well.
Perhaps you even drop a coin or two in my palm.
That makes me feel good,
and it, certainly, makes you feel even better.
But watch out,
because my body is not a vehicle for your journey to Paradise,
but a monument to injustice!
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Sculpture & Text by Parvaneh Farid
http://www.latelierpapillon.co.uk/
