Yahya broke the silence
She became one of musts
"Go see her, " so I jumped
Screen was silver
Light to act, sight to sound.
Audio, lipping wrong…
"Why not you, the artists…"
One said and suggested:
"Write single petition…
Release man in the cage? "
I moved, turned vulgar
I know man behind bar.
Imagine walking and
Shitting mass on the path
You mean to destruct
Others; their conduct.
He did what he did
To be name, very big!
Bar-B-Q by shouting
Ignore facts, returning.
Then choosing to U-Turn
What is there but your shit?
He dug the deep well
Into it with head fell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem