the winding road to Diongan
leads me to all of you
your teeth are grinding
your feet stamping
your mouths shouting
your tongues hissing
the winding road to Diongan
leads me all to you
you ask for justice and they have nothing to give
you ask for food and the make promises as always
the road to Diongan had always been winding and winding
leading me to all of you and when we finally meet
we go somewhere at the summit of the mountain
a volcano erupts and those who are not with us shall be dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem