From Malaysian air-plane to refugees in Europe
Once again with no job
On my hands lot of time
An addict to reading
I buy me pain, prime
Read news and the books
Most of all the comments
'Mostly junk'
Nothing comes in Girard's
But much is on the wars
'Most baseless…'
'Break gas'
One of them is missing air-plane
Two young men among the passengers
Their parents did not go; are afraid
(Of their own government)
What happened?
Leaving home…
Refuge…
Self-exile…
Refugees…
We look at the fruits
Forget the trees'
Base and roots.
'Shame' is all I can say
To you all, and myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem