Midday
Here in Toronto
-I dislike the city of midday
I dislike seeing old in wheelchair
I dislike seeing them, the jobless
I dislike seeing sign; "panhandler's"
I dislike facing poor and homeless
I dislike reflecting in mirror
-they are me…I'm hidden
Dog walkers
-grannies with babies
-in wheelchair or walking
-with walkers…
Oh, my lord
I dislike
They are me
I wear mask
I rather falling dead
-to leaning against wall
This city
In Midday
Is hateful for people
Who love the activeness
But…but…but…
Powerless; unable
Cannot be as before
No more am in full-size! ! !
Rather die
Rather die
Rather die
Come gunman
-I give you excuse
-to shoot me! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem