What is September?
The end of time, ceasing on the thirtieth Rotten plans meeting the good Not speaking, not knowing one another World police observe and prepare themselves Politicians prowl, between hope and fear High-ranking army officials scurry, their faces ready to leave Weapons, equipment and civilians await the order Reformers continue on, as in days past Fifty years ago Since then September has always been sombre Forced loss, weapons became masters, capital became God Ordinary people lost hope Endless wounded memories Lost even when not defeated Then comes October Army newspapers blame women Destroyers of morality, offending a sacred society Hundreds of thousands of souls lost Maybe millions Who cares The people ran amuck, they said How did they know who to target? Many deaths, varied types of torture What kind of menu, do you need and what side dish? Fifty years ago After that, October was never the same Military became victors Communists sinners Failed women enemies of the nation Obedient women pillars of the state Most of the people work too much The triumphant capital of prosperous families Death and more death, continues uninvited It's not as if there wasn't resistance But to live a good life is indeed hard Many stubborn people, many frauds, the masses play For hope Morality eroded by capital Bravery cannot appease the necessities of life Even so, unsure how, names keep Emerging The sun still shines, even if its rays cannot reach far and wide If September was a preparation for the death of October, then the other ten months are a struggle for existence. Zely Ariane Translated to English by Edwina Brennan #1965setiaphari #living1965
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