TRC
Imagine your hands tied
By glue or a rope or the law
Comes hunter, takes your child
Picking him; lifting her like a lamb
Sharpens knife…
Imagine you are lamb
Still time to suckle
Are removed
“Go graze”
Imagine united…if ever…
And if not?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem