Dangerous
Jeffrey sat in my car
right away opened mouth
talked of where, how and why.
I, being who I am
got involved and took part.
He come of Africa
most South part.
Came along word of cold
and with it naturally, came Russia.
I stood to his face
when he said: "dangerous."
"Russia is coconut
white and rough its outside."
I learned of Sveta
and believe with full heart.
"Weak may be but are full of guts, "
told me he, our Sasha.
He too was my teacher
he taught me, much too much.
Cossack his grandpa
we learned of Afghan-time,
at start; how to bound
Russia and England
In war but under ash.
Much I have to say, write
if the age leaves alone.
"Dangerous is no one
but those who advertise."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem