Who Cares If Ya’ll Are Vile Figs (Bussokusekika)
I really don’t mind
If ya’ll laugh at what I write
It doesn’t matter
Could I be My Father’s sword
I’m still looking for needles
Who cares if ya’ll are vile figs
P.s. For some silly reason Amos 5: 26 comes to mind…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem