Hey what's all this
Under Attack
no fault of mine
and who are you
black or deep blue
in the sunlight
blind to dive-bombs
my eyes my ears
of little cheer
to recognize
you crow stranger
unwelcome boor
because you're poor
therefore at last
to realize
attack was plea
something from me
for nourishment
your sustenance
perhaps to spare
thus I do dare
a truce invoke
simply sharing
what was my own
become our own
terms agreed-to
rendez-vous set
each day to meet
to smile to greet
to chat to clack
good to see you
through open door
you with much more
me with no less
see you later
bring the others!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem