She recites a poem
She recites a poem
Behind bar, its poet.
And he writes to connect
He digs wells, and tunnels.
And her voice music
Of Mozart, Beethoven.
He tries, struggles
To feel like, out of hell.
Tall and long are the walls, prison’s,
Devil jail
There he is, and his soul
Killed, buried.
In office and free, criminals
They run the business, politics.
And the two, the poet-laureate
Busy in other ways, too concerned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem