The gigantic exploration of my ripped soil
Shone like evening sunshine – the natural dusk
With faces blossoming high onto the sky
Leaving Homos in utter atmospheric hope.
The resplendently sanguine society live but
In the shamble of despots who catapult our
Sweats into the safe hands of the Swiss
Cupboard living us yawning day and night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem