in my country
i am tired of all the talks going on
the professor talks a lot and the students
in return even talk in their papers
those who retired from government service
also do the lot of talking thinking that they have done much
and now they have to do the talking for they think they also
know much better than you do
the rich talk a lot and people listen thinking as always that
the rich are right
the politicians cannot be outdone in this kind of talk for they
think they are paid for that
those in the government retaliate for they are elected anyway to
do the talking
they think that if they do not talk then they have failed the
electors
meanwhile the house servants are busy doing their usual work
the fish vendors are fanning their fist
the chefs are facing the ovens
the plowers are tending to their carabaos and their plows
the electricians are climbing posts
the drivers keep an eye on the busy streets
the laundry women are keeping an eye on the stains
those who think the government is not doing the right job
are on the streets marching
shouting and burning tires and fasting and protesting
for reforms
my friend made a statement with his death.
He never talked. And he cannot talk anymore.
Neither can i do the talking for him. I won't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem