Lamentation
In the autumn of 1953 you
Were chased and vanished into the hustle and bustle of the city
In the summer of 1950 he
Was wounded and left the battle line
The dead of the struggle within peace,
Under the clear sky of yesterday and today
When the crowd, streaming like a black obi, suddenly
Stopped in the street
And thought about time and human beings who deteriorated alongside of them
In the shape of fate
All of you weren’t there
Already yesterday of yesterday
Persistently chased after by a winter wind like severe abuse
Feeling
The hatred and suspicion floating around you were so damn cold
Ripped apart one by one
You went far away
To a city not visible to the eye
Understanding always resembles the stare of insult
Indifference always moves further away like closed happiness
Even if one person, on this side of the thinly built bridge of longing,
Saw you off on a departure from which there may be no return
You didn’t look back
Love of that world
Is tantamount to following you
Without words, without action
Taking lodging where you crouched
Time passed
Leaving a gesture just enough to wipe away delusions.
You all lived
In a world of shadow that was somewhat like a graveyard
On the pavement of rain where the flower doesn’t bloom
Under the shadow of the sunlight like a powerless smile
Inside the dream of dead grasses suddenly blown by the wind
You all lived,
Caressing the pomegranate-like rip
In the wounds of betrayal
With loneliness of disdained memory
Asking yourselves
How we could believe in human beings
Facing the suspicion
That closed in like endlessly repeated words
Wall deeper than the wall of loneliness
Under the roof of insult that covers more widely than the roof
But, but
The dead of the struggle within peace
Those changing in the moment could not
Make your bones into a tombstone
Even with falsely cold letters could not
Record your names
Staring blankly after being deceived
Passing through and throwing away the serenity of the crowd
Sinking to the bottom of small bickering and daily living
One loneliness, one delusion
Building barely endured love and such
We had to join in on transferring
The age from here to there.
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