I see chocolate colored blackness in my red mug,
I see a boy inside that just needs a hug,
I see a fish in a cage that is searching for a bug,
I see a man who fills his sadness with a pug,
I see beer that is tempting to chug chug chug,
To forget the sadness of the awful shrug,
But she says,
Be happy you have a table to place your mug,
Cause if you didn't you'd have spilled on the rug,
And be glad, you have a bed that is soft and snug,
Cause every night, those blankets will give you a warm hug.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ug first known sound of my tribe and love they call it UGMA' to win they call it MAGDA-UG