Pull a machinegun, a pistol,
a panga-blade, a knife
and say: “white man give me a reason
to kill you today.”
Rob my cars,
take whatever belongs to me
and even if the police
cannot catch the criminals
and the government looks the other way
as if the robberies, the killings
are not happening
and while I am still living
I will tell everyone, the whole world
about the gangster’s paradise that I live in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem