FALLEN
Poem by Chan Mongol
May 24 of 2022
Very delicious, healthy and simple supper;
With no poisonous expired spice or hot pepper!
I write poetry not necessarily for roses or, for sweeties;
I write for fallen people, against fraud politics and cruelties.
I am me in a weird figure and you are you, don't you? ;
But as a being, my instincts know what you go through!
When I walk even, a dog from inside a brick home scans my body;
The dog gently barks and greets me as an amputee, shows sympathy!
Outer my window there live birds and lay eggs in a large tree;
One day, over fifty birds were screaming and asked help from me.
Nests were targets of the aggressor cat who was climbing up the tree.
One's life becomes another's food or fun as you can always see!
In your body, doctors and surgeons make more injuries;
For malpractices our deaths and sufferings increase.
I have double the problem, not double the pleasure!
Whatever happens will happen and I don't care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem