there is this woman who took up law
and embraced practically each word in her heart
only to find out
at the end of the series of lectures
that in reality
life is unfair
and that the purpose of the law is to level the fighting fields
women elevated to cope up with cruel men
and natives given the guns to learn the adage
that after all
strength is might and might is the real law
that the weak loses their
thrones
to the wolves and foxes and snakes
eventually she had a hard time balancing
realities from concepts
and literally she lost her mind
and heart
she left
and roamed the world like pure air
her heart did not turn to stone
her mind did not turn into water
i heard she writes poems
she keeps them
forbidding others to read them
i have conclusions
and like her
i always keep them to myself
because i am still sane...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem