Inside a black soldier
Inside a khaki costume
Light spreads warm
Light wrapped a youth
The weapon in a corner
The flask on the heart
A tiny drop on the mother's eye
Light with no words
Light in coalface
Silence with golden lines
Little bells are standing there
Light in the sound which echos
We left almost midnight
Following moons
Our eyes half-closed
Light we said the what's news
The light in our sight so much
Everybody were dead
The light somehow artificial
They were dying like me
Kiki Materi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully crafted. Quite poetic. Enjoyed