Forty words:
Animal Influenza
is bringing us to our knees.
Poor little piglets are saying:
~~do forgive us please~~
This has happened before
in days of yore, the virus
spreading from shore to shore.
But never fret.
~~Man will conquer it yet~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Joyce, who is blaming the piglets? Man is enemy, and nature will take its revenge. Regards, Ian