The tragically pruned
and hacked bush
would not in this year
weave seeds of his
species immortality
nor provide food for
the birds nor
create oxygen for all.
Like a child
whose every desire
is whacked off by
parental control freak fire.
Like an Asian girl
whose bound feet are
deformed and mutilated
by hideous ideas of
beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem