God made light of the sun
And charged no man a dime to pay
Man made four strings of wire
Running through our abodes, mere perches
For the flying birds
Rain falls on them
The sun shines on them
And in one month we see thirty seconds of light
Our children applaud its arrival
It goes before ovation is down
And we are made to pay for the birds perches
For the sun that shines on four stringed wire
And the rain that falls on it
A monument in a light factory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant way of expression our frustration at a very bad situation of nothing in the midst of plenty. This is splendid! ! !