what i got surely you also got
these hands
and eyes and mouth
now, what if i ask you to surrender
all these things to me
because i am poor
because i am needing help?
you will.
and you will be another poor man another man needing help
the cycle of poverty and
need, tell me where you are at this precise time?
be still and be contented
and be happy and just be where you are
do not ever move do not ever extend your arm
you will fall on this wide chasm
where everyone finally dies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem