Burrito in my mouth
Suddenly
-the food in throat
-turned to rock
-I was choked
Must have been
-command's chain
-from eye to brain
-to the nerves
-to the chest
-to its guest!
Trash bins in front
-I observed, later watched
-a person in beret
-a red one
-possibly a sign to
-great past…
Turned around
-eye to eye
-saw her run…
Was ashamed?
How can I eat and she
-a person in that age
-feeds from the trash…
Food turned rock
-tubes locked
-and I choked
-felt ashamed
Hell to you filthy rich
-call me a terrorist
-take me to secret cell
-torture me
-whatever
If I hate…if ever…that is you…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem