Hunger
It must have been numbing
A city surrounded and skeletal people
Falling on the pavement and
The boy - who can anyone forget him-
He had stolen potatoes in the field
And the guards made him drop them
His spuds rolling in the street
And soldiers laughing kicking them around
Food for his family.
Some pictures stay with you forever
Truth cannot be eradicated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem