BEYOND THE WALL
They’re laughing blithely unaware
just a wall away
Laughter’s good but not right now
Okay, another day
...
A different space lives in this room
a pensive, silent mood
I rarely get to hear my soul
for noise that will intrude
From people, places, things around
disturbing my antenna
So I have come when no-one’s here
to work it out together
I look inside and many weep
I cannot hear a sound
Pantomime without a voice
eloquent I’ve found
Peppered on an open wound
parts lay on the floor
Folded arms and stony glares
wounded to the core
...
I sense my role is just to be
to notice what I see
Men cannot torture little ones
and simply by decree
Decide that one must feel like them
beyond the wall from me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the humdrum and the inner voice...a contrat well depicted with a serious theme that no one can fail to notice!