I look in the mirror and my eyes
reddened by hunger consumes me.
I look up for aid in the sky and
a rain of bullets beat me mercilessly,
as scorching sun stings me to death.
Darkness smites me with it's wings
as my skin it pierces it's venom.
Tomorrow becomes hopeless
because it has no hope for any less.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem