it is raining again
it is dark outside
a night that used to be silent
begins to speak
in chaos like a child
mumbling in fear
the words that it eats
and we cannot
really figure out
to understand, it is
not the darkness that
makes us uncomfortable
we have been leaving
with it for
quite a long time
it is the silence that we
love that is being broken
by the caravan hoofs of
the rain
like the horses of
some soldiers
attacking a village and
putting it on
fire killing the
children
and raping the women
and murdering
all men
who live on swords
and spears
all is fair now
silence must be disturbed
since too much of it
is making
most of those who remain
alive
insane...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem