Follow me
Don’t tell me “Follow me.”
I was burned; now expert.
You-mirage-fully waves.
Hazy and smoky, if the ray.
You deceive; take in cave.
You make and advertise
Sell in mass, commercial
Then reverse, apologize.
Look at your heroine
At first was medicine
Look at your cigarette
Poses and configured
Look-look-look...…
Then go on; looks around
What you see are lies?
Gringo, white skin or blonde
Don’t tell me “Follow me.”
Your path will end in hell…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write. I recently wrote a poem with a similar message.