Is just a drip
from whence
it comes
it matters
not
to some.
We no longer
can tell with eyes
when we pass
them by
do they
bleed.
Multiply all sides
walks you drive
the streets do cry
more now than
just a dropp
you spy.
Gallons by the barrel
cannot replenish
the gushing of
the lost tell me
why?
These side walks
you know
the streets do
have names
not just our
country
that plays
this blood game.
The well that
whispers
will one day
run dry.
wow, good write. very, very good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The 1st part i like to add a question mark (?) ended. The 3rd part last word 'drop'? Wom, you have done so well written a very good poem, which i think is the most popular form of poetry in this century. I like it very much...thanks a lot. surely 10.