You can arrest me by force
You may not give
papers and pen
You can shut my mouth
with waste
But poetry is my fresh blood
tears, salt for food.
I shall write with scratch of
my nails
light of eyes
spot of knife.
You will enjoy
a miracle song
when you whip me
when your hand cuffs
pain me.
Yes, I am sure
you will listen
a miracle song
When my blood
flows on my land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow this poem is amazing.