We are sorry
You who are choking me
You, who hold power's rein
You, dressed in justice
You, who hold gun, baton
You, large but vacuum!
You are like a drum…
-do little, claim loud:
- "Have kind heart,
-in giving generous…"
No!
No!
No!
I will not,
-will never,
-won't ever
-bend my knees,
-beg: "Please! "
Then go on with doing,
-with fingers squeeze,
-till you make me bleed.
And choke me,
-choke to death.
What I do is simple,
-leave behind my poems,
-go viral, notes, papers.
Will make you embarrassed.
Then PM of the time
-like some of recent ones
-will stand in public:
- "We did wrong…
-We are sorry…"
This will be for Nassy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem