I may have only one finger, as to find the
safe ground to live, for the storm is
searching where to fall
and the wind struggle by the calmness
of your silent
yet hurry comes in its way
to catch the basin that long been waiting
and to carry all the fishes that stock in the
basket I started
the hook is on the line but the water is
in a hurry
to settle in the river of doubt
let every piece of bits, swim the stream
or the rain will be poured
wet all of what is taken, and reject of what
is new, never be the net than a fish in
the water
with full of headache.
"a poem dedicated to those who wish to be the
PRESIDENT of the REPUBLIC OF THE PHILIPINES"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem