Last Words

I’m not hungry, no food,
I’m not happy, in a bad mood,
I’m not thirsty, no water,
I’m not alive, take me to slaughter.

My movements are restricted - so constricted.
My thoughts are constrained - so restricted.
My emotions are numb – so depressed.
My feelings are none – so suppressed.

Don’t leave me where I lie,
Take me home to die!

-Aviv Nair
14/5/2009