Here is what I do
I value my people by protecting their most precious assets with each and every single breath I contain
Sacrifice a father for my children and a husband for my wife hoping that one day I shall be the time that always occupies them
Inherit each and every black attitude I see on the street and exhale trauma
That’s my life
Abandoned in the trash and blown by the breeze
What for?
Just for few Yuan’s to keep the survival of my family in my hands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully written yet tragic poem, Jafta. Thanks for sharing Peace