Our turn
I see him, on PC's monitor
But he is not here, neither there.
I questioned as a child:
"Is this ours? "
He replied:
"It's our turn…"
Pointing to same lands
Abandoned; now unknown
The man talks, explain
"It is your grandpa's."
To my niece in the film.
And I see dad was right.
Each of us has a turn
What is fuss of greed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem