One way ticket
I guess I won’t cry
I shall not
I must not
I as one, am happy
“You’re welcome.”
I talk to, those on ship…
Immigrants, refugees…
Truly; escapees…
Of the wars of imposed
Internal, external and egos…
Why should I?
How can I?
I? Cry?
No, never
Not ever
Congrats my friends…
Living life is a shame
Among the shit devils
In this world of unfair
Congrats, you are gone
Pain ended with your death
With you peace; no grave
Go relax as unknown
Don’t even think of world
I too want my ticket…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem