I am the footprints in the dust
I write the strike signs with my blood
I am the spirit that moves the man
You are the death rattle of the government
I am the footprints in the dust
You can’t see me but I am there
I write the strike signs with my blood
You spat out “losers” I was there
I am the spirit that moves the man
You are the death rattle chocking me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem