my sister is asking me
why we cannot be
for once
united for a certain cause
why we cannot make
a single stand on
a certain issue
why we can't live
in harmony with
each other
all five of us like one
solid and
loving family
i am not a fool to
think that this world
is and will always be
in harmony with
one another
countries living in peace
without any one
oppressing another
or feeling that way
i tell her that this is just
the reality of
heaven and earth
of clay and sand
of stones and
dust
that the influx of change
will always be
there and that the feet
of humanity always tiptoe
to keep a
certain balance
to eternity
not content with that
i showed her my hand
with five fingers
of different sizes
always never
the same
and cannot point to
one unified
direction
she is always loquacious
and discontented
but
i do not
really want to be bothered again
now i like
my mouth
shut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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