vomit stained lips quivering
on a street corner lost
between human and forgotten....
clouds blow away!
bloody feet children walking
behind despair blinded bodies
not even pretending to be alive.
clouds blow away!
gun in the belt rogues
behind blacked out windows
snorting forever dust, wild eyed....
clouds blow away!
old man eating canned dog food
with a rusted spoon,
sitting on a milk box, empty room...
clouds blow away!
young boy in the hole,
blood crusted swollen lips
cannot even cry in the darkness....
clouds blown across
....the face of the moon!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sir, I appreciate that you write for the broken people. This poem was like an emotional whirlwind, making me want to cry. Homeless, hungry people. Gangsterism. People/children getting abused. Cried out by violence. Lonely, old people left by their children to fend for themselves. And so many other cruel stories that cloud some faces from the sun. May the wind really blow all the pain away!