for those who say,
'we do not need you' because
we cannot do anything
to add to the pile of money that
you are stacking like
a stack of hay
because we do not
serve your ends
and we just don't follow
your orders
and illegal commands
(we already packed up
and left, we were fools
not having said what
we wanted to say a long
long time ago,
we
were fools in ranks
and importance)
please tell them:
'we don't need them too'
we have other places to
go, those doors that still
open till night,
those arms who are
willing to hug us
there is another future
waiting and the air
is fresher for another
beginning.
please tell them we are
here and we have no
regrets
please tell them
there are still places for
good men and women
in here
indeed the world is wide
and there are many choices
always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem