Somewhere we lost the power
with which change,
could not touch our humanity.
Destiny and time
creeps slowly right through
the world in which we are
and to find solutions,
fades away
like red dust
before a wild storm wind.
We are caught blinded
in our own country and time
and laws that hang
suppressing over us,
without being able
to see the bigger picture
in sharp detail.
Still we strife
and seek for deliverance
in the darkness
that fold around us,
to see a bit of light somewhere
or to get the first rays
of a new tomorrow.
Slowly the pointers
of the clockwork
keeps striking evermore
while our country
falls to pieces
and the hand of the Almighty
or fate,
are continuing pressing
to make us part
of the solution
while criminality, lack of electricity
and ignorance
tears the oppressor
to pieces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem