Lice
Morning news:
"Kids have lice."
He's elder; silently sat still on my right.
Heard him say in whisper:
"It's B.S. full of puffs; fuss and bluffs."
A smile on his lips
Turned to side
Deep breath with a sigh
Then cracked like a nut:
"It was fun..."
Silence ruled
New start:
"We sat down and mothers, sisters, aunts, "
Once again depth of well
And again, dawn's breeze softly waved:
"In their hands our round heads and they searched hair by hair, "
Then break, deep in thought
As old do, looking far:
"They'd catch them between nails and crush; we could hear; saw the blood."
His laughter filled the room:
"Don't monkeys, our cousins, do the same; on the branch, on the ground? "
After a while:
"Oh my son, do get out, see the world as you must, all natural."
Held his knees:
"Fact is fact, man and beast, mountains, seas and the birds, and insects all have rights."
Final look had no word but meant lot: "Be wiser, we must live...all of us."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem