you break the cordon
i try to reconnect
but you have decided
to break it just the same
i do not force myself
i am the uninvited but
i am not at fault
it is you
and so what time
shall i waste
again with you?
precious things are lost
not mea culpa
relationships are broken
not mea culpa
i am back to the hills of
my childhood
flying kites
picking pebbles
and
catching cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
exactly. I have the right not to be terrorised just because I'm not affiliated with a certain religion or politics. I have the right to love freedom.