She checks the balance
at the hole in the wall;
it's not in her favour.
though the total is high
it will free-fall
when the grabbers
begin grabbing.
if she waits,
the see-saw
will crash to the floor
leaving her
groundless
They constantly tell her
it's every man
for himself
so she grabs a stash
for her for bread
her family fed
so they won't starve,
and the balance?
she leaves them to it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem