My twin the donkey
See me push my donkey
You stand, and you laugh
It is mean…
Yes, my life’s best friend
Sat on him sometimes fell
Brain-wise, the twins.
He was large, I small
Gave me ride, at his will
He issued the permit.
Once he kicked
Once concerned
I was keen to know him.
Now, I know but too late
Caring-less why and where,
Late indeed.
Come news and I read:
“Drones work, chaotic…”
Who, what scene?
“Let’s forget what has passed…”
I hear creoles’ descendants
and their kin.
“Oh no, no…” I shout but
my mouth in deep sea;
am not heard.
No-one hears; do not want
“The crops and fruits…
come of seeds…”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem