the poet
finally lost his
job
the price of oil
went low
another one had
to quit his
post
the working conditions
have become
unbearable
ars poetica
what now?
spread your
wings
save them
fly higher
save us
another poet
dies in gruesome
murder
shot by the
bullets paid by
him
with this government
those who know
the ways of the
fox
still sing with the
Crown
black and white
meek and scheming
just like everyone
else
poems scatter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem