People who love me
They come to grow on me as sticky mucus that grows on the rock of rivers
They protect me with their hearts
I can walk tall through the world
-Protected against the coldness-
I feel rich like them – even though I was born extremely poor
I have my surrounding soldiers
And as the war comes
The people who love me will come and give the extra help and monitor
So I can much through the world
Protected against the fire
The untouchable self king:
They fix the broken bon of my legs
But when people who loved me disappear
There comes a wound to sit in my heart
I become the laughing comedy world
The dustbin itself
I have got the pain behind my spinal cod
And contrasting thoughts mixed with fear
About how am I going to face world without fear
Stephan Bouwer (Uit soldag)
That could not be solved.
Oh poverty and troubles what have I done for you
It seems like I have brought you somewhere with expensive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem