Turn on the Telivision.
What do you see?
Death. War. Fighting.
WORRY.
Turn on the Radio.
What do you hear?
Death. War. Fighting.
WORRY.
Open the newspaper.
What do you read?
Death. War. Fighting.
WORRY.
Mother wants me to be happy.
'Worry-Free' she calls it.
How can I be 'Worry-Free'
When I am growing up in a world
That thrives on 'Worry'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem