After the initial shock
It was about laughing
Or crying
Do not try to mock
My struggling friend
Who needs a helping hand
She got fired yesterday for no reason
This is an open season
On us, in the job market
Thank God, the Poet
Sitting at beach, on the sand
Fully comprehends
What's going on
The struggle must go on
After throwing the first rock
It was about fighting
Or crashing
Violence begets violence
This is common sense
Listen to the Pope
The beacon of hope
Keep on praying
Keep on hoping
My dear friend got hired
Or rehired at a new location
God sees our situation
We can never be fired.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem