when i wrote this
it is 9: 59 in zurich
wednesday and
i know that she is
there lurking in her
bed
still trying to
avoid me and
i am asking:
what did she owe
me and may family
why she is behaving
like a fugitive
being chased by the
arms of the law?
she knows it and now
she is gone
as we wait for the
right time for her to
see the light and then
perhaps
pay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem