Savage loneliness loiters in the core of the heart
Sparking miserable flames of boredom in the hut
But she said she did not cause these searing arrows of agony to dart
It is beause the head of the house dismally failed to play his vital part
Now the hut is empty and dirty
She told none about her sudden departure
And vanished to where her soul thought flourished the pasture
Standing for her equal rights she said will never tire For in this world men cause great babel and quagmire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem