Ive seen red half my life.
ive been an angry person to the rest of this world.
Nothing is contained in my mind,
for everything slips away.
Somewhere I could not tell.
Like a secret ingrediant to the devil himself.
Im a threat they say.
To society.
Laugh in the face of danger, please!
This isnt a cartoon from the old western days.
This miscommunication is different.
Like theres breath, but no air.
Words, but no voice.
And that red Ive seen too many years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem