Here
There must be reasons
Why people never cry.
Here there must be questions,
Of when and how
You'll die.
Here there must be laughter
In the face
Of all the pain.
Here there must be hatred
For the rulers
Of the game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and deep. Just what some of us need to think about. Thank you Sandra. H