which side of the fist do you side with?
the left
or the right
there are no other choices?
there is actually.
fistlessness, the man without fists
and the watchers who do not shout for victory the moment one loses his game
or that which
where no one grieves when somebody dies
fistlessness
a world without a winner or loser
a world without the cheerers of death
a world where each is equal
man to man and woman to woman
where to eat one does not have to maim
or kill
or swindle
another man
fistlessness
an open hand, a palm asking for rain,
hands clasped in prayer
hands gripping love
fingers caressing the body of his beloved
in the theatre of war
not the fighters, not them lose and win
it is you, the spectator counted as nothing but
a collateral damage
they say and will always say, it was not intended to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem