Out of righteous anger
I hit a rabbit on his head
Because he bit his brother.
His left eye protruded,
Bled white and red;
He twirched in pain
And looked at me
As if to tell me who I am.
I twitched and turned,
And then stood freezing
For in the the oozing red
Was wriiten
The story of immortal crime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful, disturbing piece. The naked truth from which, too often, our eyes turn away. Excellent write. Warm regards, Sandra