Well, I'm in this prison, the jail of life,
I'd suffer this way, with no wife.
The warder talks, he's pink, not black,
Talking good, but bitter, no way back!
We are surrounded, weak and innocent,
Captured with no reason in recent.
Wretched the life is, angry the man,
My freedom is unjusticely going to be ban.
What to do? Nothing!
What can we do? Nothing!
The pink man destroys and cheats,
As the moments pass, my heart bleeds.
Pink man is very bad.It's very nice to let your emotion out thru your pen.Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely written. that's perfect and calm some how. i like two beginning lines the most. great one.