Boxes in a Box
we live in boxes
we travel by them
we stare at boxes
all day,
we fight for boxes of lands and apartments
we steal from others to buy new boxes
we eat out of boxes and buy clothes in boxes
we wear shoes from boxes and
all these boxes never satisfy us
we always want more boxes! ! !
we live in boxes, we die in them
and they put us in boxes of wet earth,
after burial.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting and enjoyable read! Lots of truth in this poem!