Questions are floating in my mind
With eyes that saw and denied
With ears that heard yet disregard
With tongue that spoke but inside
I've tried to picture it one more time
Though it ache to cross the other line
Still I'm here fighting to kill the tie
For it was my destiny to keep quiet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
disturbing and reminiscent of tribal mores.... sadly still goes on well written :)