it is sad indeed korina that to gain the respect
of society
we must all adopt the codes of hypocrisy
just like the way we sneeze and cough and
get away with the cold and the phlegm
catching all of them in restrained silence
inside our white handkerchiefs as though
we are keeping the treasures of the moment
it is indeed sad korina that to be honorable
we disregard what we really are
the way bliss jumps when blissful
the way we laugh like horses
the way we scatter ourselves on trees
and jump into rivers like monkeys
it is indeed sad korina that the way to be free
is to put on the stiff collars in our necks
and speak the words well chosen with all
hesitation that we cannot possibly hurt the
sensibilities of this perfect world that they
are trying to build for all of us
the one that finally imprisons us like
convicts sentenced to death and still
smile because they say they all love us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem