I am tired of my own life,
Here I find no freedom.
I enjoy no right to speak
Or to write or to communicate
Anything here in my state
In my mother's language.
The men I have elected
For my service are self-oriented.
They care not my words
And are taking me as their servant.
I am tired of my own company,
The people here are trying always
To avoid me for nothing and
They are aiming at fulfilling their own self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It doesn't seem sincere. It's like you have a message to send. A true one. But you don't yourself believe it. Poetry? Yes! Truth? I think no