we travel
just to get know
what we do not
have here in
our town, and
something interesting
comes along the way
somewhere the differences
become too obvious
this and that
that river is just as
murky as ours
but oh my God a
revolution erupted
here and many got
drown on that river
we too have our
own struggles our
murky rivers and we
see the sameness of
all these-
the hardness of healing
the trauma that sticks
to the minds of children
who have become
revolutionaries too
forever disappointed
in this cycles of change
mass killing here and
there
and then a little moment
of peace
only to arrive at
another war again....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem