In truth I'm a human being too
Inside me I'm independent
I confess the outward fallacy of it
Even yesterday as it came
I was doubtful of the merriment
But I am a citizen.
Who thinks differently
From it
Maybe naturalized a citizen
Or deaf to the songs
Or blind to the dirt
Or to the art of a free citizen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem