It's a holiday and songs and lights and
Food and drink are on the table.
A woman dances to the tune asking...
A women's hand on the chest of the
Man, she nods to her liking.
But this is not where the road ends.
It goes with the man who lost his way.
And day and night, and day and night,
And day and night......
Of so many openings and possibilities
And a needless love affair with loneliness
Of teenage fantasies....
Colorful lighting so strong that it repels
A hunt has began somewhere
A hunt to hunt down love...
To lull the commotion.
Rampage, march,
against a woman's hand and voice
And to say..
There's too much noise.
The earth has been flattened
With night and day, and night and day
And where's the pay, where's my pay..
You have to be unfed to feed others!
And night and day
And night and day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem