Hidden in a shadow
tucked away in a rubble
he sought sunshine-
the light at the end of the tunnel.
But he flipped, and swayed,
To be filled with dismay
as his call for attention
Fell on deaf ears.
He tried, He strived,
But he knocked on empty doors.
As the wealthy flourished,
He grappled to meet ends.
Maybe that's his strength;
He's tasted pain.
Bask while you can
in that fake glory.
Because you've met your match.
There's nothing more dangerous
than an underdog, ignored
yearning for revenge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem