confronted with a folder
in a dream
i wake up laden with
work in my head
a folder lies there
with a mouth gaping
for justice
who killed innocence?
who buried love?
why are some so cruel
about other people's dreams?
a folder lies in front of me
and then i begin
to open the pages
something must be done
and it has
to start with me
this early morning
on this very day....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That time of decision and action