Silently being angry, not caring to talk about it,
so I am writing it away into the universe construct-
ively.
Touching upon situations in this crazy world, finding
that socialism has hit a younger generation, telling
me not to dish obama, they're tired of hearing it.
Having told them not to read me on facebook, it's that
simple, think they would have thought of that themselves
but, oh well, I'm the oldest sister after all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem