there is a big rock
in the middle of the road
where we pass
for home
let us relate
review what we feel
when we were kids then
not knowing the law
let us kick it then
and with a pick axe
let us break this rock
and on the broken pieces
let us run over them
and begin to
play our own
games
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem