Far worse than death one would ascertain,
As I arrived to find her crying her eyes out.
Had she lost a friend, or someone died?
She had lost her validation and inclusion today!
She had forfeited her desirability and stature!
Her visceral needs had been seduced!
All her ativistic desires to congregate and cooperate
for survival had been severely threatened.
Her complete world had been hijacked!
The blackberry network was down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem