I am a Traveller...with the whole world at my feet,
my travels are free...although never complete.
I travel and go...from place to place,
treated by many...like I am another race.
You fellow country men...are all the same as me,
the only difference being...you work...and I want everything to be free.
I tried the work thing...doing your 9 till 5,
but I'm not a robot...I want to feel alive.
When it comes to work...I guess that, I am a bit shy,
but who has the better life I ask... you or I?
I will rob if I have to...even scam and deceive,
and if ever I get caught...I can run...or just get up and leave.
I will never have a place to call my home,
this land forever more...I will continue to rob and roam.
So if you ever...see me in your town,
it might be wise...to bolt everything down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem