you choose without doubt
an inconvenient life
you think your arms are strong
that there is nothing slippery on your hold
your hands are spiders
you must have prepared for this
i have nothing to say
and will never say what i think are whales
in my mind
you have chose the cross in the Calvary
mistaking everything as love
you bleed into your own death
everyone stares at you with interest
asking' Can he make it? Is fate with him?
Has he talked to God about this
sensitive and painful matter? '
you are young but we are not
underestimating the orange birds in your eyes
so must you go now
do not take any word from us
be proud you have what you claim
will make you survive
there is a word from your father
'Son, do not ever come back'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem