it is dark now
another war shall be fought
not between the muslims
and the christians
not the New People's Army
and this government
these wars never end
like a circle of violence
begetting another
violence outside
and inside
us.
this is the war of myself
to myself
on a night that ends
on the light
that comes on another dusk
and early mornings
and noons
and afternoons
like this circle without beginning
without end
this violence upon myself
unto myself
and from myself
this inability to find the tunnel
and the light
at the end
that opening
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem