Oh, I'm sorry
Did I clip your heart too hard?
I do it to everyone:
Irritate, Irritate, Irritate.
I seem to step on a magic button
That forces
Etna to blow
and China to quake.
I attach a label
to my lapel, saying 'I am who I am'.
Someone reads it.
I nearly get smacked.
Society, that pathologically
hypocritically stupid breath of authority
demands, demands, demands everything.
I only have two hands.
I can only give
My language and my books.
I refuse
to forefeit my beliefs and my spirit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And this spirit shows itself magnificently in this poem, which I really enjoyed. Thanks.