Like a troglodyte, the rugged man disgorged out of the pipe next to the highway bridge
He lived there with nocturnal things that frightens, befriend or kill
Nonchalant of the dangers he lived to raise the flag to passers-by
Who only notice the bad smell and see the ugly side
The slow life, almost static lifestyle encircled by disrespect and rejection
That brings all the good and bad memories
The rains come and disappear with him in the makeshift dungeon
His penetrating gaze, see through the barriers
Like a drill and saw it opens the way for interesting stories
To fill a book despite the nuisance of negligence by all and sundry
N Nkuna 20 Sept 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem