We rode along highway 85, I saw a tear
wailing in the corner of his eye. I kept
my mouth shut, didn't say a word.
Focusing on the nice scenery on that
sun shiny day in mid July.
Although, I pretended as if it didn't bother me,
my mind wreaked with pain. At the age of 24,
you can only have so many flashbacks.
I became so angry, to the point, I wanted to
explode. His body being slashed by
a machete is what I saw.
In a moment of infinity___
How could he do this to me? To Us?
We reached our destination;
secretly regrouping ourselves.
Everything appearing to be normal...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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