When is it real, bought, faked or planned?
A game, a dance, woman and man
what if we loved and helped all family, neighbors and friends
shared our abundance, offering talent, resources and hands
Or do we just want to lasso one and hog tie
one to keep a few years or until we die
do we stay on when the desire terminates?
or do run away before we mutually exterminate?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem