I
Everywhere is now reduced to three.
Oh, the little towns; they blow away.
What will become of us?
I am full of wonder.
Hold tight, little ones, can't afford to lose you,
All you fun lovers;
Who will do the boating, the noting,
The doting, and the voting;
The booting up, the rebooting up,
The rooting, the hooting, the tooting
And (when change complains) who will do
The looting and the shooting?
II
Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan.
I am a service man.
I stand among square houses.
The date is May 4,1970.
I hear the radio report.
The Ohio National Guard
Has killed four students
At Kent State University.
They are dead.
I look around.
The silent houses,
Someone should say something;
A voice in my head says,
"America is very tired of being America."
Full of wonder,
The three is now reduced by four.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And I think you said it very well too George. An interesting read.