I hear the man on the TV.
In his fancy designer suit,
he speaks at me.
'Better Dead than Red, '
starts his rant to the masses.
'if you can't see that, then you surely need glasses.'
I can only imagine,
the janitor's sigh
for he makes just enough
so that he doesn't die.
Or the cameraman's chuckle,
as he tightens his buckle
for his money feeds his kids tonight.
'Yep, better Dead than Red,
if you don't know that, than you're sick in the head.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words hammer out some thoughts