What if the others come to your father's wedding?
Are they afraid we'll show up?
Shall we not burp, nor drink, nor challenge
the status quo around them?
Do we need new clothes, perfume, a bridled tongue?
Shall we park around the corner?
We accept them don't we? Those stiff suits, ironed shirts,
proper haircuts, new cars, portfolio talk and small proper boxes
that hold them hostage.
I'll try not to show my pity for them,
I'll look up to them, worship them,
compliment their achievements
and notice their trim bodies.
They rule, no doubt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seeing the ways of mankind. Thanks for sharing.