The Petty Bourgeoisie Poem by Dritëro Agolli
The Petty Bourgeoisie
What's all the uproar?
we can sit in the kitchen;
The food smells good, we won't go hungry;
If we are thirsty,
we can drink;
If our nails are getting long,
we can cut them!
Friday, May 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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Translated from the Albanian by Robert Elsie
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