Have you ever heard the streets,
The way how it turns into beeps,
and the beeps turn into beats.
and the fun of childern having fun to be wild,
even though they are mild,
they have to be free out there somewere
My outing is bitting
and there is so much fighting
the clock is tikking
and my time is out
nevrer to ve back again
this world of bait of all hate
their is still some fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good visionary type of poem..rich idea and quite impressive