we all said it
what we can offer
is only our
prayer
we all pretend
that we have not noticed
your kind
of dishonest intentions
you are making money
out of our stupidities
we have trusted you
much the way we trust
the movement of
our galaxies
we are offering nothing
now
but our chosen silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem