Wet eyes
Turn pages
-see pictures
-sad and worn
-are the old
-and the young
-all cry…
-I make ships
-and planes
-with photos in my mind
-sail…fly…I drill…fracking…
They cry for the lost
-and wounded and the dead
Wreathes in heart:
Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why?
The kids were stolen
-by leaders, governments
-and forced to schools that
-killed their past, planted
-nothingness, no-oneness
-banning tongue and culture
Then go to Las Vegas
-bullets chained to the guns
-people are unaware
-suddenly are wounded,
-music keeps going
-till artist runs away, people fall
And Yemen
-Bangladesh, Rohingya's
-South and North America
-Middle East, Palestine
Everywhere see tears
-damn, damn, damn…
Damn this life! ! ! !
-it is so brutal! ! !
-better go; want to die!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem