the drums chanting
labored by calloused hands
it doesn't know others sounds
but the deaf drumming of their longings
no one to hear…no one to understand
but men preparing yourself to battle
perfect circle and a numbing dancing,
an echo ~vibrating inside their chest~
courage courage arousing
drum's rhythm it is ~the voice to be heard~
I had
A frightening vision when the spirit of war arrived
i was there at the beginning ~watching~
now, i paint myself with red and white
dancing around ~i am primitive~ I've always been
And
no one to hear… no one to understand
a rose is blushed the fragrance spreads in the air we ignore and bees reaches to collect the honey far far from away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem. I enjoyed it Thanks for sharing