Hope to write
Hungry, as wealthy
Thirsty like greedy
Came storm
On its horse
The storm
To award
Homelessness
To the leaves,
With flakes of snow
Scattered
Scattered
Scattered
Death became mattress and blanket…
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn this world
In this world
Works the poor
-as do
-ox and mule
- (ants gather mud and food
-while deprived
-and oppressed!)
And are killed
Sheep
Cow
Lamb
Swine
Chick
Which am I?
What are you?
I think of Yemenis, Saudis
-and corner where I saw
-a flake sheltered by
-halfdead-leaf
Hope to write of them all…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem