When fire denies it flames
It prefers to liquefy
Pretending that its water
It finds a way to cry
When wind ceases to blow
Stagnant in its will
It gathers in the North
And then the Earth grows still
When night resists the dawn
The horizon makes a choice
To silence all our dreams
To seize a child's voice
When love is made to give
An account of why it lives
It withers to obliterate
All the things it is
When the voice of multitudes
Whispers secret things
It marks the way for demagogues
To crown themselves as kings
When childhood is lost
To time or evilness
The safety of our innocence
Transforms to wantonness
When suicide can seem
Like Mercy is to Grace
We know how hard it goes
When we are at that place
When the evil in their eyes
Mirrors then your own
We justify the very things
That cannot be atoned
When fire denies its flames
It prefers to liquefy
Pretending that its water
It finds a way to cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem