you reap the most coveted award
this year, you won in Asia, and the Pacific is
listening attentively, and when you speak during the
awarding ceremony
they all clap their hands, and even stand and
give you the necessary ovation
in summary this is what you said:
you hate the war, and you sometimes feel that you are alone
in hating the war and you want it stopped, and you feel so alone
you cannot stop it, the high tech guns keep flowing and the killing never stops
and you say further, that when 'i hear and empathize' with your
loneliness, you cease to be lonely for we have become two in hating the war,
in wanting it stopped,
in vanishing all the conflicts of this earth
(with a magic wand?
or with the sleigh of the magician's hand?)
and then you end your speech with:
yet, how can we, two lonely poets
have the power to stop the hate,
to stop the war,
to change what is already fixed?
and i too clap my hands,
and i too, stand,
and i too shall give the
much needed ovation for you.
there are only two of us in this dusty room.
The rest are the chairs
empty,
and looking for those who have not
seated yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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