My words..., will kill me..., and I can not...

Do I hear voices?
Do I see images?
What is the matter with my conscious?
and with my subconscious?
why do I feel loneliness, sadness and pain in my stomach?
I have no home, I lost my home, because I..., some how enjoy the freedom of speech, since I was very young, I felt it, this strange power that comes from inside me...
I am not a criminal, I respect the laws, but...
I can not and I will never keep my mouth shut..., what I have seen..., what I hear and what I know is killing me slowly.
in my home land we are ruled like ignorance, our best are dead....
The military rules
keep your mouth shut
the men have the guns
how come?
in the heart of Africa
the fear rules
2006
after many years
of high speech
and love for freedom
of king Pianky...
listen to me...
we need your justice
it is 2006
and we still
trying to tell Al-Turabis men
this land is different
they are not listening
they threat us with
their knives and swords
they have millions of heavy guns
and we are men of peace
selling and buying guns
is a dirty business
we will never get in
it is the greatest
legal
illegal thing....
my king...
I mean, this kind of thing
my words...
teach me
more
I am with you..
tell it to me
I will typed down
your face
from the mirror
mix with my face