O senora! Will u stop and help me
Listen to my story and tell me
I ‘m perplexed in the situation
Like the soldier lay on the border undecided
O senor! Can you turn off tanks for while?
And aid me
I’m unable to confront
Like the liar looking for equity
Why is that we all are in war?
At times with ourselves
Other times with some else
Why is that we all run?
At times from world
Other times from truth
Why is that we all grieve?
At times for loved ones
Other times for lost conscience
O pueblo! How I ever gonna find out?
and is there ever gonna be ending to this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem