I am wearing my green pants.The sky is black.
The sun's fire burns a mark
on my eyes
My red kerchief
swills my sweat.
Purple are the flowers
on the long road.
Beneath the tree
a bull slams
a man down.
It makes me freeze.
The blood still flowing rawly
on the grass.
What will he do now?
Fear takes my breath away.
(Translated from original poem in Sranan language by Sam Garre)
(Original poet: Not known)
(पेन्टींग आंतरजालावरून साभार)
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