as you work so hard
throughout the darkness of the night
a candle light
a peaceful wind
away from the crowd
walled.
there will be stones loaded
in your brain
some thorns on the flesh of your
arms
you feel the crawling of the ants
on your belly
or some butterflies wanting to fly
away from you
in the morning you rise from a
war
surviving soldier of the nightmare
oiling a gun
clicking once again the triggers of
your life
putting on the shoes and the vest
arranging the cap
in the mirror seeing yourself once again
ready for another encounter
in the city the enemies are invisible
they meet you as friends
on a disguised fidelity
you are fully armed in this diplomacy
an extended war on the tables of
negotiations and compromises
you put your name, sign a paper and
submit yourself to the judgment of the people
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem