Above and below
In the silent flight of the lonely birds
The humming howls of the lawn mowers
And the alighting of the chattered flight
We waited
The schemes swirling
Like a whirlwind
Its eddies capturing some souls
Their bodies buried
In caskets of ballot boxes
The scheme went on
And we waited to the end
Where much bickerings and mudslinging
Led to only one person
Wining the election.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem