midnight in the garden of peace

international poetry antology
Abundio Noel M. Libot
Let Them Be Themselves
Please stop forcing them to change their being,
That they may fit in the world of your dream,
Do not continue your pseudo-healing,
For they are well enough before you came.
Just bother not to look for something wrong,
It's their true melody, not out of tune,
Though it sounds different from the old song,
It is never a whistle of typhoon.
You may not witness the blood that they shed,
That you keep on pushing to the limit,
Beware, not every danger is in red,
And it may kill you if you step on it.
Please allow them be themselves, my friend,
Or just forget that you have ever reigned.
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