You may ask me: Why do I write this Poems If I've got an apartment and a home?
But no man is an island If you are on solid ground help others get out of the quicksand
Some day it would be nice If everyone had sugar and spice
A place to call their own And no one had to always roam
Not one the government provides
So they can always spy
No a home that no one stops you from having
Others can have theirs to without extra grabbing
I guess this is too much to ask for
Because most people want more and more and more
While their brother and sister is starving in the street And the Liquor Devil make others in defeat
So sometimes I want to just give up
Because what I hope for is just too tough
But every recovery is one less loss So maybe it is still worth the cost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem