like pebbles on the shores
assumes many colors and forms
others take the streets and
voice out dissent
others listen to their idol and
clap their hands
others work beyond borders
missing lots of what could have been
within their embrace
others do it on the secret caves and
mountains
leaving kin and families
others have concluded: terrorize
others take the last resort of diplomacy
ask them and they will all say
all for the sake of my people
all for the love of God and country.
so bombs explode, roses bloom
pavements are made, lines are destroyed
arms are sold and arms are bought
planes are hit, children maimed
mothers weep, as fathers kill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem