Don’t trust me; I’m a fox
Raised in hate by a cold father
And I can’t seem to get a grip
Can I kill, take innocent human life?
Only I can choose my path...
Maybe I should run away
And join a traveling circus (every kid’s dream)
Leave my choices behind
Forget it; I’m no coward
Okay, I’ve got a decision to make
Yeah, it’s hard, but you gotta do what you gotta do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how it feels like dialogue. This poem is very different than the others I've read so far. Contemplative. Like a Fox. Foxy Mama.