The Playground Poem by Kamiel Choi
The Playground
The chubby boy points his toy gun at another boy
His great grandfather fought in the war.
This is not a guess. I am sure.
His great grandmother was maybe a comfort lady to the invaders.
But his gun is only made of plastic. He will be forgotten.
I look at the boys.
I see an army of deserters, an anarchist army.
They charge at the playground castle
that is always taken and held at the same time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/12/2024 8:06:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Kamiel, such a good write👍👍👍