Concealing their sufferings
With superb acting
People in our bursting city
Go gently about their duties.
Aside the home video stars
And faces featured in soap operas
There remains many
Acting not for money
For in the city
Thousands are actors
Working without directors
Yet showing much dexterity
In playing perverts on Friday
And acting saints on Sunday
In hallowed cathedrals
Where night crawlers switch roles
To play pious subtle souls
Swinging gently to cymbals
But on Thursday
Dangle hotel room keys
Before dashing secretaries
Before going home to play
The caring hubby
In the cast of a loving family.
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I would like to translate this poem
Thousands are actors Working without directors Yet showing much dexterity In playing perverts on Friday And acting saints on Sunday...life is like a circus and we are all players in it... it is good poems iwth clear vision andimplications....10 read mine great circus