i would rather drink bitter hemlock,
or walk naked into the night...
would rather starve in the streets
of Haiti, amid the cholera and despair.
would rather hide in unknown caves
from the bombs that split the earth.
would rather rot in a prison cell,
staring forlorn through the bars.
would rather work in the sweatshops
or pick cotton with the migrant workers.
would rather take a bullet,
swift, and hard, and final!
would rather stand at the gates of hell
with every mistake i've ever made.
than to open this door, and say nothing,
and watch you walk away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Man you are really genius. Great poem you penned. I was impressed. It was written well with nice texture and imagery. I rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'Abortion' on page 4. Best regards Akmal