Just yesterday
At about the same
Time he prayed for change
As the rain hammered
His corrugated zinc
He could think of many things
But at that moment
Only the things outside him
Occupied his turbulent mind
Like a dog chasing its own tail
He vacuums many truths
Defining the gravity of western values
He lost his soul
He lost his kingdom
But indeed he has peace and freedom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem