They say that
this little mess in zamboanga is
a stage play written
by a man who has something better
for the future of our
country
it is scripted and rehearsed
and to make it appear real
some people have to play deaf
and blind and mute
and those unfortunate ones
do not have to play dead
they are
dead,
they have to die
needlessly,
and must be buried
at once
lest they will rise up from their graves
and speak
the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but
the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem