Its 3 am
All is quiet below distance multiple barks
And rhythmic breaths of baby
Depression, exhaustion, bad financial situation
Daylight dawns smaller odds of survivng
Crime infested nation
Then a distant cry
Indistinguishable
From the direction of loud and loose entertainment
Each scream echoes fear
Maybe its the music?
Could it?
Even though silenced be
Another source
Of restless nights
inkuumba
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem