What if the world don't
recognize poetry,
or poetry is banned in
my country?
What if poetry gives no
meaning,
or those who later care
can't view my handwriting?
What if poetry puts
me in prison,
For it reveals the truth
untold this season?
What if in the prison
bard's brain is blunt,
And again famished
then faint?
For poetry makes
truth to smile
What if in the prison I
later die?
And maggots dine in my belly.
Still I love poetry.
Adesitimi T.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem