Yellow. People thought I was cute.
But people never knew my pursuit.
I was a diamond, taking shape.
Got attacked by apes. Got reshaped.
Electricity ran through my blood.
I was weak, I fell down with a thud.
I was used. I was trapped.
But I made a friend who wanted to adapt.
I fought with him, with all my heart and soul.
But never achieved my goal.
My trainer died, died a miraculous death.
But he was revived, with the tears of the shibboleth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem