father was
cleaning his
cal.45
on the ground
floor of the
house
made of wood
son is playing
on the
second floor
with a
ball
suddenly a gun burst
is heard
the son is dead
how can father bear this?
the police officers come
father locks himself
in his room
crying
suddenly another gun burst
is heard
and father is dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem