You want more freedom
but your voice rasps in your throat,
as closing prison.
Now my life falls down
into fields of existence,
a bolt of lightning.
Bad people like you
stink of a panic-stricken belly
could kill any childhood.
Didn’t your parents
sort you out some bloody years ago
from childish disorders?
Pain is worthless now
let us acknowledge courage,
fermented hatred.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great collection of some great haiku!