I know bloody well I can’t see, but
have you ever tried to convince
someone who doesn’t want to
know anything - about things that
doesn’t please them? Do you know
to what lengths I have to go, in order
to convince him I have to see an
eye care specialist?
It can be done, months of arguing
ahead, once I gain his cooperation,
he’ll broadcast it as his own brilliant
idea – and still I don’t care, having
fought for the kids, I have no fervour
left to fight for anything more; being
designated a fool would
do quite nicely for me….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem