Beaten by the raging currents;
Anguished by the violent seas,
Flung between rocks and parents,
Longing for a friend that sees.
Cold; Lost and Alone!
Disturbed and annoyed by the constant qurstions,
Tormented by his face with little comfort.
The constant honking and hammering, a minds conjestion,
Overwhelmed by the noise of information and transport.
'I did not do this to myself so leave me alone,
Don't confuse this tiolet for my throne!
Now you have made me raise my tone,
I probably should have done that
when he was on top of me.
But I was scared and he is fat,
so I couldn't breathe you see...
All I could do was lay there and cry,
hoping with each tensed up muscle that he would die'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem