Today I shaved off every strand of my hair
Watching the long, blue locks make a pool at my feet
I did it to start over
To let it grow back like my father's hair
With each inch, I will slip back a decade in time
Until all that is left on this land
Is black-haired Indians
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
indians obviously got housed by natural selection, as will you & i one day. till then keep on, sjg