My dad is often concerned
With how I use a pencil
To portray what is in my mind
Saying they are showing things one should not think of
A scratch depicting a gun fire and a man’s face
A graphite representing an impala’s last moments
From the eyes of the lion in the grass
A highlighted 6B of a lightning storm, containing
A breaching shark attacking a small fish
A color of post apocalyptic Disney
A tornado approaching a lone farm house
Understandable why he feels this way
Though little does he know
He contributed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
he knows, has knowledge