it is safe to take the middle
of the road
you hear it once and then
again this time
to take courage rather than
rashness
to be silent and shy away from
so much noise
or just to be the middle class
not the poor neither the rich
the one ham and lettuce
sandwiched
but just the same shall be eaten
still by that big mouth of avarice
and greed
and back to the middle of the road
lies the body of the man overrun by
that obsession of being safe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem