my nephew talks about love,
and a broken heart, at this time,
when everyone gets paranoid over
a virus,
i just watched the death toll
in Italy,
and the increase of infection
statistics in my country,
the debilitating lock-down,
the fall of the market,
and the poverty of most of the
people,
who work for food, and here
there is no work allowed.
i like to tell my nephew to
shut up.
His broken heart is totally irrelevant.
Sooner i will
when this death shows shall in a minute
end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem