fell on low land <br />Where rain rains <br />And floods <br />I drain water <br />It dries up <br />But my words <br />Can never meet there <br /> <br />I fell on where <br />Swan swayed <br />In water <br />Birds spoil my home yard <br />I wash land clean <br />It’s cleaned and cleaned <br />But my ants can’t believe <br />Refuses my words <br /> <br />Daughter of great man <br />Is playing with wealth of her father <br />Is playing with prestige of her father <br />What I leave under tree boast that <br />She‘s there of her power <br />Cultures are the same <br />Half cultures are the same<br /><br />David Aoloch Bion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/low-land/
