Rosary beads are
hanging on the roadside
post, beside a cliff,
reminding people that
to be free, is to throw away
the things that can
make you not free.
A passerby, a woman,
member of a cult
in the nearby mountain pass,
crossed, and jumped off the cliff.
A soldier passing through
notice the sign but
not the crime, saddened,
took his last grenade,
pulled the pin and threw it
after the woman.
The good Samaritan, oblivious
of the preceding events,
took his mining tools,
removed the post
and threw it away
as the rosary beads fell
on the ground, a reminder,
another sign for
the next passerby.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem