In 'Leave Alone'
shouts the Abalone
the cries of time
the Inuk that's left behind
blinded by snow
found in an Iglo
bound to die
the San man
left in Namibs' hands
to help the sands
pour though
and make him dry
a cry from the Pacific sea
the seagull in turmoil
a mere me
a we
a rose of Jericho
and at our feet
a spring weed
curled in coil
and an end-less
necessity
-indeed-
which looks
for fertile soil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem