you have seen the crowd in zimbabwe,
in myanmar
and in other places
you will have compassion
the helpless harassed like sheep without shepherd
the violence raping
innocence
and the silence after the burts of guns
so devouring
haunting
to a world that sleeps
soundly at night and wakes up in the morning
and goes on and on
without feeling anything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem