A wail followed, growling of wolf
in the still darkness.
Light peeps in
flashes on the half dead
tattered flesh.
Debates on the screen,
Wolf as Mr. Clean,
on human rights.
Lasted for a week
New news, ends all.
The poor Flesh remains
Alone
with the scar and pain.
Wolves roam freely
the scene continues…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wolves roam freely when the cops wink their eyes. The world has become corrupt. No end to the unlawful acts of the wolves.