the rain has arrived
heavily with so many questions
why have the children gone sick?
where has the mother gone?
why is this woman still waiting for the lover?
and why did the lover not come?
why did the cruel men butcher the carabao?
and where have all the good men gone?
where are the stones to sip the rising water?
where are the firewood to signal smoke?
when will this rain ever stop?
it is cold and there is no fire
it is a lonely house since no one lives there
it is going to flood and more shall drown
and more shall die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem