Naftali Primor, Poetry

נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

משורר צעיר בליבו ששירתו התפתחה בגיל מאוחר. הרגישו מוזמנים להשתתף בחווית שירתי.

In a no go city

The outsiders say: "you're powered by violence"
No way for you to get out of the ghetto.
Yes, I'm a slum dweller.
But here I'm rich.
I live in the land of plenty.
You come here, whenever you need
To get free of your enemy.
Weekly. Sometimes twice a week.
On the way out, you get a big caliber.
Some narcotics too
Just enough to cut the pain.
The poorest kids and moms are left
In the no go city.
If I shall talk about Kolkata,
I will spread the Cholera.
In Rocinha, slum people don't know why
They don't know

September 4, 2018