Round and round
Up and down
Yet nothing here again will sound.
How can you not look at me
And wonder what it is I see?
I see a lamb.
A little lamb.
A lioness prowls cross the land.
And yet the lamb just walks on still,
A chunk of juicy meat to kill.
I scream and shout for it to run,
Yet nothing more.
Nothing is done.
The lamb is gone
Just red stains left
I think now I shall go off to bed.
What point is there for me to sleep,
Just going round
and up and down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem