the world knows what it wants.
what it wants to hear.
and you know that.
so speak only of hope, and happiness.
listen carefully.
it rejects what is bitter.
it frowns upon those who suffer.
those who are hateful, it shies away.
you must listen.
you must obey and comply with what it wants.
History is not poor.
It is rich with all its blotting.
How a village of sufferers is buried.
How a continent of blasphemers sinks to
the bottom of the ocean.
Gone.
Speak cleanly. Write what is good.
Sculpt what is beautiful
You may skip the truth.
the one which hurts, the one which shakes us.
the one that kills
even before we are born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem