For no rhyme
I am being attacked.
I am neither a criminal
Not a terrorist.
Neither a dog
Not a cat.
I must go back home.
But where is my home?
No way to go home,
I know.
Yet I am going out,
I am not able to
Walk freely.
Am I not a good
And honest human being?
Of course, I am
Slightly darker,
And poor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem