Most have decided to following those signs,
Pointing East.
Several with loads stacked and packed on their backs,
And collectively infighting...
As they follow dusted tracks that head West,
Towards the darkening Sunset.
Hmmm...
They also seem to be protesting in unrest.
What messages did they not get?
'Did you get the message? '
Yes, of course.
'Then why care?
Finally we are approaching the onset of light.
And you want to stop to wonder why,
Conflicts we have left behind...
Find those still upset in confusing states of mind?
I was just curious.
'I understand.
There is nothing wrong with that.
But something tells me,
Your vision is about to be broadened soon.
With a forgetting aided by what comes next.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem