to stare and be unmoved
by any blocks
of inhumanity
the silence to violence
the ability
to be in place where others
stone you
the capacity to endure
the bleeding
when others slice your flesh
and eat them
like bacon
to stand your ground
when you
are right
to be unmoved in silence
when others
are laughing
and mocking
to be simply christlike
and look up
to the heavens
when the skies turn black
to give in to death
and feel the power
beyond it
why not?
why not?
be passionate
and be dead
and then
be too resurrected
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem