those that we hurt
most of them
have no way of defending
themselves
no way of telling us
even that they were hurt
for they cannot say
anything
the tree that you cut
the butterfly's wings that
you pull out
the air that we pollute
the river where we throw
our trash
these are silent
until they finally take
the catastrophic
revenge
if you only knew
that wing of the butterfly
is tsunami's daughter....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem