Demonstrations are over
but your loathsome combatants roam the streets,
in military fatigue
to intimidate us with their ferocity.
Your irate and insolent men kill and maim us,
riddling our emaciated bodies with bullets,
as they defile and rape vulnerable women and children
then jeer them.
And you feign innocence as you ascend to power.
Journalists kidnapped and incriminated,
then slaughtered in cold blood
for being politically incorrect
and executing their duties diligently
and professionally.
They are silenced for saying the truth
and hindering you from gaining power.
Families evicted for their political allegiance
to your competitors.
Common masses crushed then alienated
and the elites cajoled
with prodigy children suppressed
Yet they do not know what politics is
in this "peace loving country."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem