some give silence
and then take the exit
and forget
others clench their
fists and make
the announcement
of chaos
other simply write
a diary
make a poem
and then leave
for another place
where they
are more
welcome where their
irrelevance is
still accepted.
others do what
is violent
they explode tall
buildings
and hijack planes
and kill
even their own bodies
to meet
twelve virgins
waiting for
them in heaven
others merely stay
and pray
and hope for the
better
for the change of hearts
for the enlightenment
that this earth is all ours
and we are
all brothers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem