large group of middle aged men
gather around with their spouses
taking trinkets souvenirs for sale
fund raising for cancer afflicted
more and more getting sick with
maybe me is also a candidate
what have we done to this planet
that's making us suffer to illness
maybe it's been here but unknown
so many precautions told, fruitless
this is slow transfer of economy
that we deem to put behind us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem