You bring me up here
At the top of greensummerville
Somewhere in bakakeng north hill
Down
Lights are on parade
Homes of elegant
Poverty is not shown
I feel young here
A place of endless imagination
Never mind
What lies beyond
Phil. Military Academy
Camp John Hay ‘s horizon
Somewhere in the dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are all guilty of not seeing the things that need seeing. Guilty of turning our eyes away from the things that are difficult to stomach. 'Somewhere in the dark' is a place inside us all. Good poem