First there’s the look,
That says
‘You’re my enemy’
Then there’s the voice,
That says
‘You’re my enemy’
And then, there’s the bottle,
That says
‘You’re my enemy’
As it whistles
Through the air,
A messenger
As it breaks
On the cold hard steps,
A messenger
As it shatters
Throwing shards like threats,
A messenger
All screaming
‘You’re my enemy’
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I would like to translate this poem
great poem here...molotov messages...enemies declaring themselves so...without checking to see if thats so...