Walking down
Death row
Looking up
Into the sky
Wondering
When I can go
From this place
Called home
Something is wrong
The sky
Is broken into two
One side is black
The other side
Is white
I wonder why
The sky
Is broken into two
I look down
To see the faces
Of men who'll die
Before me
I look up
Back to see the sky
All one color now
Its black
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I quite enjoy the format of this one. You say a lot within a small space. It's impressive to me.