Walking through the mossy grass
Leaves and twigs, biting at my face and hands,
I find myself singing within my heart.
Im in a wonderland,
so peaceful so dark.
The sound of a gunshot rings thorugh the air,
animals run,
my family is scared.
Picking up a stick so sharp,
I will pierce the bellies of the men that came from afar.
You may think im barbaric,
savage, unhuman.
But my mind is like yours,
though i lack your fortunes,
You better run,
because i come for you know,
in my home forest
dark as the hells
that give you fright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i loved the way u used contradictory words.