All over the ridiculous world
They pinned you against the wall.
Where do they come from
And who feeds them?
I realized it's a dilemma
And I heard in a dream
'What do you prefer
Uncle pen-pusher?
A natural death or a trip to nowhere? '
A well dressed man is holding something.
I thought a violin
Sorry it's a beautiful gun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very metaphorical. A dream with sinister implications. Kind wishes, Sandra