Old boys’ club
Bitterest, doubtlessly comes of our sweetest
Imagine loss of the sweet love, to unknown,
Imagine ‘Being wrong’ by kind of passers-by.
After long, bitterly, you feel dumb…
One can see in meetings of organs
Bitter are; and killer, but the fact
Galleries, museums, NGOs
Always as Old Boys’ Clubs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem