Jostling apart mind-ending peace, scattering and dispersing
it to the ends of earth.
Whiling away tense situations on edges of stomachs and chairs,
city employees find they are grossly underpaid.
Although many tasks are simple and boring, just putting in
time answering phones, doing paperwork and hoping for final
moments to end this tormentuous day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem