(Written when the media broke the news of police brutality at Pindi Battian in presence of M.P.A.)
O! My poor people,
Run, run, and run!
Escape, escape, and escape!
Escape to the oceans to dwell
In the abyss of waters,
Amid the unexplored rocks,
And devouring monsters.
Escape to the African Forests
Live amid wolves, dogs and dragons.
Escape to the snow-clad region
Of Himalayan Mountains,
Or to the frozen poles of the Earth.
Escape to the Mars or Moon
Or to the Sun: the parent origin
Of the revolving world.
Escape to the canyons,
Or the spots where the Earth is gaped;
For now in my hard-earned country
Ear-banged Democracy governs,
With the assistance of twin Gentle Sisters,
Villaino-cracy and Policeo-cracy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a very misleading...Title... but a very good poem... and I thank you...iip