They Don't Have His Eye

day after day
the world is noisy:
war in starvation,
shooting of fraud,
ra­pe and burglar with violence,
meet in the world

one evening
carrying my bag on the shoulder
"Daniel, good night"
just then
cleaning the world,
beckoning,
to go outside into the world
at the moment
opening the door
He puts down toys
are holding in his hands,
see off with a small dimple smile:
1.5 years old grandson: Daniel

This daybreak
i already miss
--To whom did i laugh like this?--

People tied to the past;
who have never forgiven
distant families,
friends,
neighbors,
colleagues,
even myself

don't let the hate towards death
by the eye of peace in great wind
alone.