So, this how world is going
The sun and the moon change to black
White and black ambivalent themselves
So, this world is going to an end
Ha! My people are wicked
They stone me
Upon wrecked me down
Upon living on garbage
Both day and night know me
No familly no friends
Am extreme corner
Moving here and there
Am untidy place
So, World is war
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It took 2 reads, but i know your course of thought, great insight of lifes struggle