I happily killed
Normally I let them roam around
I heard of sweetness of the life
"Let them have life and fun."
Hare stands on its end
And I hate seeing me in mirror.
In this age I have changed
See oldies leaning on Crouches
Or the canes, or sitting in wheelchair.
"Better die when too young! "
White spoon, plastic, in the sink
Still had smear of the cheese.
And cockroach, a baby
Was licking and eating.
I raised hand and slammed
Torn to parts and smashed.
Think did right
Saved a poor of a pain
That that will come in old age
I know it thanks to years behind me.
I agree with Smith
Adam who believed in
"Let war come keep balance."
Now can see eye to eye
The ones who heard claimed:
"Throw old in the sea! "
"Let life be for active! "
"Let us feed the poor fish! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem