Pain killer Vicodin not responds to this sick man
Even my companion miniature cheap Liquor bottle too turned around?
My salutation to the sculpture depicting Comrade Martin Luther King Jr. stands in Washington.
'I have a dream'
It's really unbearable
'Sciatica' they diagnosed
In the emergency theater
Their sarcastic smiles
I understand you're not dying anyhow
And you do not have insurance somehow
For investigation the matter furthermore?
I murmured then why don't you give me an injection to die
And bury me at the wounded knee?
*A humble dedication to the Honourable President of the USA Mr.Barack Obama for a solace!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem