There was that girl,
who probably went to a bar
and a guy bought her a few drinks
then him and his little band of thugs
dragged her around the single walled tiny hotel rooms
of the local Guatemalan village, shouting,
'who wants a woman',
and they would toss her to you
while you xxxx her,
while she was wailing, sobbing
and the hair stood up on my back
and I wanted to open my door
and ask how much to leave her with me
so they could go away
and I could comfort her
but I didn't open the door
and at some point
everything was quiet again
as they took her off
somewhere I will never know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem