Last photo
The photos were many
Last of them a dead man
Light brown, under sun
Treeless, desert's dust
Has eaten horizon! ! !
Decomposed, only bones
Fearsome, he is cross!
His clothes are sunburned
Sheltering dried bones.
Hear me in debates
You who rides Mercedes
You who lives in palace
You are the true cause! ! !
So
Damn you! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem