Every man knows how
Our lives are cooked
By sellers of raw materials
But they are silent.
Why?
They know themselves.
Apart from the humanity
The nature also has seen
But it is unable to catch it
And I hear, Mupepe, the wind saying:
Stop killing people
For a special nothing.
St Antoine de la Vuadi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-the-wind-knows/
