you had been unjust
as we too carry our loads
of stones
you stopped carrying yours
complaining that you do
not deserve this and we
who cannot refuse any load
have to carry yours while
you sit there in your house
wondering what
party next to attend
what church to visit
and speak and
brag how you carried the
burden of your lies and take upon
you the glory that you never
for once ever ever deserve....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem