Perhaps it was last night's rain throwing storm
Or the oppulence of the day's wedding
Or the failure to take necessary medications
Or reflection on the sufferings of the lives in our small church
Or just my own failings come home to haunt me
But it seems there is a basic brokeness
Beyond the problems of Presidents
Living in Presidential magisterium
That even a poet can be afraid to name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem