Why the darkness of this passage?
Well...
There is a mound of curbside trash.
It will never be collected.
And based on the decades it has sat dejected...
Most accept this,
With demands that it stays right where it is.
Fearing the removal may also take away the stench!
And an uproar agitated is what they wish to prevent!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem