Even if I seem to be smiling
My heart is chapped and cracked.
It’s been years since I’ve lived in my worries.
You never learn a thing
You never impart a thing.
You incubate hatred all the while.
My brothers, why all the misunderstanding
In this arid desert strewn with dead trees.
My brothers, is there anything more delightful
Than being distracted and engrossed
In the middle of a tindé and iswat*