it is not that we desire to change
a stone into a vine
you always complain that the stone in you
is silent and heavy
there is no laser to perform such work
of transubstantiation
i do not have that power to go inside your gene
and cut some stairs of DNA molecules
what we need is just an hour of compromise
a little sacrifice here and there
like some stains in your shirt which we can
remove later in the washroom
but you do not have that hour or you simply
refuse to see us sacrificing too
we do have common enemies
but you do not belong to us now
soon we will also close the door against you
and when it is shut
you are on your own too
alone to all of those who do not have mercy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem