Every man knows how
Our lives are cooked
By sellers of raw materials
But they are silent.
Why?
They know themselves.
Apart from the humanity
The nature also has seen
But it is unable to catch it
And I hear, Mupepe, the wind saying:
Stop killing people
For a special nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
true, things that you just don't say but you also see- *peace*, i kinda like this poem........