Yesterday I was so thrilled
By a consortium of your glorified clowns
In your theatre of of the absurd
Here the mind failed
And in its place knives, cudgels and guns worked
You over stretched your advantage of winning
Where the celebration of winning councillorship
Election stopped
That of winning an ad -hoc delegate surpassed
In your theatre of euphoria
Gnomes and ghosts mixed
And I was not deterred
I restrained myself
Knowing that our blood
Flows in the vein of my daughter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem