Why grass was ravaged?
Genocide scrambles. I want to
witness the critique of history.
The kindle hour is gone
I was brutally killing the chance. What
would you do with your black pain?
Sun slams the tall trees.
Why were roots coming out in
moon to define virginity and beyond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I want to witness the critique of history... great