The criminal
Whichever direction
look and is attention
I find me criminal
here is fraction…
Potatoes sprout
to boil is a murder
I do so with some eggs
chicken killed in its shell.
May not kill camel, bull
but I do with above
therefore am
criminal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How very humanitarian way of looking at things we otherwise pass as routine business. Thanks.