I am free & fat
Half slave
I see the aeroplane
In my high blue sky
Through clouds it goes
Across my hope-filled way
From one side
To a distant other
We wait
Another second, minute
Hour, day, month
Year, decade, quadrillion
I wonder how it flies?
So heavy
All that power
Keeping it up
For the shareholders
For the family
All those appearances
The PR work
My hospital grievances
My self-pity
Just like I told her
I have every disease invented
For my popularity contests
For my crowd-funding pages
I am free & fat
Half slave
I see the aeroplane
In my high blue sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see the aeroplane In my high blue sky.........the Aeroplane on you sky yard- this is the sign of hope where life enjoys the world to live higlty....