Go down the path of peace
take the road down gentleness
walk the way of meekness
and one day a tribe will arrive
and beat you to a pulp
and beat you so good
you'll never be able to stand up again.
(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem