Limbless dog
Selfish I, surely am…
And simple, internet…
I am lost among sites…
And news, and my name…
Google has the pages…
Who am I, why countless?
I stop with regret
Head is lost as drunk….
“Is released after some forty years.”
I read loud.
I stop…look around…read comments…
I see that he is black.
I dig in…deep and deep, into past,
All of such are blacks, Indians,
The deprived of one kind,
Hunted or occupied…
I damn me for knowing how to read, and surf the internet.
Wish I was lonely dog, missing limb in Peru, with a cart…
Made by man…he himself was beggar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem