I know the silence that accompany the blast of
the cold north wind.
That chill the soul to the bone.
I hear the silence in the lie.
That a mother tells her child.
When there is no food on the table to eat.
for the silent cry is the one that is heard the loudest
by God in heaven.
I hear the silent pain.
When a father can not find work.
The blast from the horn of silence.
Tells the world that all is common,
but all is not right.
I hear the silence of a child.
That looks at a toy in a store window, but can play
with it in his mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem