back then,
not too far in time and space,
as far as colonialism goes
(a foreigner term or word unknown to the europeans white including skaendi-neivian, from the north na'vi tribe, avatar one,2009...)
the only qualification
to be a settler is to be catholic.
that was how the spanish ruled out by force
of the stick or the juiciness of the carrots the new continent,
how much juicy the carrots?
are they organic, non monsanto agro customized product?
that will be a next harvard cambridge expose'
given
off course to some liberal avant-guard student;
(positive outspourcing)
possibly from one of the twelve clandestine
persistent consistent most consulted,
insulted. and trusted tribes. so one is enough!
am i a machiavellianist?
no!
cause,
where i am sitting right now is cosi!
since i am where i am,
there fore, i am cozy, kooky and then back to normal cosi.
i may change my mind or my mind
may take over me.
i call that
'i am disturbed.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem