first they welcome you
they like you to be here
they assure you
the rules are fair
the hunger games begin
and you run for your shelter
this hiding game
in order to win
like that film
each one kills one another
until only one wins
you do not do that kind of thing
you run, and the faster you run away
the better for you
to feel that safety
and then finally when you find that
torch of victory
when you carry it with your hands
to light
their darkness
they will say, it is foul, it is not meant to be that way
the color of your skin is brown, it is earthly
and filthy and
simply unacceptable to the royalty of the past
the glorious renaissance of the white and the blue
you give in, you disrobe yourself
and you are naked
the world sees the truth in nudity
how beautiful it can be
and you run as fast as you can
because that is the only way to be human
after all, you add, winning is not what is sought for
it is the dignity of the journey
the excellence against your self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem