I cannot bear this pain
  Yet I can’t get any gain
I’ve set my ears free 
  Though my eyes can’t see
The ears of my country are broken
  And that’s why I can’t get a token
I’m denied all my rights 
  So I can’t voice all my thoughts
The country seems for gold medal
  But not the riders on bicycle’s pedal
I’m now fully destitute 
  That needs a help of a prostitute
 
For nowhere seems any way 
  Since all my desires are no way                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Enjoy reading your work. Keep on Amos.