You will come out of your mute silence
Unless if you are dead
Oh! I have a lot hope and patience
Indeed! Blood is red
And water is colorless
You'll be saying more not less
Unless if you are dead
You'll have plenty to say
You'll stop being sick and mad
Anger and fear are your problems
Ignorance and hate at the top of list
Love is obviously not at the helms
She is absent, quiet and not at peace.
Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem