There is a firmament in every sand
There is afirmament in every piece of rock
But there none in a human heart
especially when the man is a politician
or an academician
The former gives you false promises
and the latter brags of false premises
The two together built the world
where we the common men and women
are pent up
Can poetry show us the way out from this
huis clois?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem makes us ashamed of the loss of fire in us. Now, instead of where there was fire, there are stones and rocks solidified from the once free flowing rivers of fire.