Forgive not forget
I told him:
"Life is short, let's live it,
Hell with rest! "
"You ask me…
I swear…I try…"
Told me my good friend;
A Black who is lost:
"What is my background but from Africa? "
He gave me that reply and murmured:
"Who am I? How did I end here?
There are days and are nights…"
To go on he couldn't
But he meant:
"I feel noose round my neck;
Can't breathe, cannot rest! "
He feels whips and feels chains!
He dreams of rowing on waters!
"Can't stand…it is short…"
He cries and tears rolling down
I see them:
"And still you ask me to forget?
Forgive yes, forget can't! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a terse commentary on the nature of life thrust upon the people even after so much suffering and sacrifice. How painful it has been. Thanks for sharing. Life is short, let's live it, Hell with rest!