From a citizen-son
To his old mom in dad’s village:
Everyday morning …
I get ready for a duel against the city
But the city …
Everyday kills me more
They’re shooting experts
And shoot exactly my brow
Everyday I’m deader
And need more coffins
I should hide all my corpses
Everyday more graves are belonging to me
Here I’m a famous gravesite
And still getting vaster
Everyday …
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''Everyday kills me more''-well written sad poem, well penned message