When he was just a boy,
they took him to the dump
to scavenge, bits of metal,
any food that might be eaten.
When he became a man,
young and handsome,
every day he would go
to the dump and scavenge.
When he was middle-aged,
other men followed him
after he discovered a bigger,
better dump to scavenge.
Now old and blind, he sits
in his hut while seven
children and their children
go to the dump and scavenge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A actually saw children working through a garbage dump in Mexico many decades ago. It was a sight hard to accept then... and now. This poem brought it home to me.