Wherever
I go in my waking hours
or sleeping and dreaming
my locomotive mind
keeps chugging with rhyme
and rhythm in a drum beat
swathing in blue skies and bright sunshine
I visualize
his caricature etched in fear
standing on a platform
and sometimes embracing a pillar
vigilant like a rattle snake
day in
day out
looking for hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem