i thought of jumbo mambo
showcase of rhythmic shaking hands
a little extra or bonus
i called simplicity
a humble tumbleweed
from the ashtray
absorbing odors
of insanity and remorse
turning into baby's breath
in the hayfields of no blaming
no perforated lines to tear
if unwanted like a rebel
nothing charged nor levied
if in due time love is unpaid
i want to see faces
in a pail of water
untied from sixty-four million dollar questions
where lies have its extinctions
while rusted beliefs
were polished by understanding
if this last tissue paper
can ease fear and anger
no qualms and danger
i place these open arms
in a synopsis
my friend is peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you Kelvin.......