Conquistadores
Knowing you, I doubt but
Let’s sit talk
Must act wise
Let us say I pack bags
In airport, to France
What is right?
Tell them “talk in my tongue”?
Want them bow, kiss my ass?
Take my gun and kill them?
Or smile and respect?
Now see you on my land
What happened?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful drafting shared really. Nicely penned.