Am I an insect?
I asked myself.
But the palm tree
Replied think again.
But let me clear
I am not as shrewd
And as intelligent
As the barber or
As the washerman.
I am also not
A holy man and
Not pure in full,
I am just a tool
In the hands of wicked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am the self the ego the useful tool of the hands of wicked!