I was a dumb,
stupid
kid,
yet
to be indoctrinated
into
the world
of
self destruction
when one
dreary
November
evening
I watched
a news program
lead
with the story
about a man
who
could not
justify
living
in this country
making war
upon others.
I'll never forget
how weird
it was
to realize
someone
could
sit down
in the street
and set fire
to himself
in front
of his child
as a protest
against war.
(5-14-1972)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem