I have seen the vision of the moon turning into dust
Of children running the streets naked with lust.
I have heard the cry of the owl in the brightest of the day
The dead looming the earth as they may.
I have smelled the laughter of death in my skin and yours
Life screaming but stripped of its voice.
I have seen misery walk tall and proud
Sadness dancing with joy, in heaven, on earth and all around.
So I will listen to your silence
And take this nothingness with confidence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
scary, sad but true.