Humanity - Poem by Belart Muroc
When primitive aspirations
lock in a struggle of interests
barely a trace of friendship remains
All base actions
are equal to the intentions of the individual.
lie behind the good.
He who manages the affairs of the ego
can hardly find a friend
All is hidden then.
It is not the machinery
that is out of order,
but to be human.
It is the day of the race
that runs behind friendship.
Maliciousness does not forget itself
Certain creatures do not return
to the wall of lamentations to cry.
pull a man behind them,
they are not tied-up cows!
He who has a blind man for a guide
cannot arrive at his destination
by Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick - 2002
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