My beloved house has treated me thus
It has led me on the back of the wheels
Ocean from my eyes
Farewell, I bid.
They exist in my head
The slaughtering, killing,
butchering,
Murder.
Heads assembled on the mattress
Wrappers, west
Scarfs, east
Breast, dangled.
Ahead is a lion
Behind is a crocodile
Where do I go?
Where do I stay?
There is no home
Just a space to occupy
For today I exist
Tomorrow I know not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brave utterances and thought provoking poem, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing and do remain blessed.
Thank you Boss.