It's not your business,
But you asked;
Don't.
There are bigger concerns,
The phone lines are open.
Attend a town hall;
Call a talk show;
Write an editorial letter.
Churches have eager ears
That listen in the dark
Behind oak lattice.
You could walk away
With three 'Hail Marys, '
And a slew of 'Glory Be's.'
But I have a question for you,
'What's your business? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem