Why was I exterminated?
Why are there destructive forces?
When do they cease divorces?
And where can they be debated?
Fortunate and oil, bettered,
Fellowship I design of choices,
Deathly deserving of what entices,
As obvious as pie and lettered.
For though they live alone,
I satiate my thirst, not just hunger
In my stomach and all.
For though their living a stone,
I celebrate the faster and richer
Inside my tissues and cell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem