Repossess What Is Ours

When I walk on the road, I breathe the odorless air, Fermented and then decayed are our old thoughts, No one sleeps on the road side, children needn’t act, They don’t like the things that they can’t afford. Let our children have everything they need to savor, Let our married youth be free in their comfortable rooms, No one has to watch, whether everyone slept or not, To sneak into a space where they can make quick love, Our land is very big and our gardens are full of weeds, We let the poisonous snakes to roam free, showing their fangs, The rodents are everywhere and the cockroaches eat the leftover, We live as if we are the squatters and let us repossess what is ours.