the two of you
were too close
in a conspiracy
you rob so many
of what they have
and worked for
those days were the
laughing days
the two of you
were too close
there is no space
for something right
and just and kind
and compassionate
we were so hurt
we do not know where to
get in and take revenge
and bring to us justice
the two of you
were too closed like
aluminum cover to an
aluminum kettle
we were the dirt clinging
to your bottoms
you had nice stuff inside
and we have no way to get in
and eat and live and
be happy ourselves
we were helpless because
the two of you are closed doors
and we are the unwanted intruders
and you were laughing and
making merry over what you
have taken from us
we have no other resort but
to pray for fire and
there...on that particular day
the two of you burned each other.
justice came with a sword
and fire and brimstone
if only you had the chance
to look at yourselves now
you would not have done
what you did to us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem