Please translate some English poems (20th century Canadian poems).

Reading newspapers is also dangerous, Atwood. Every time I build in a sandbox,

A neat castle,

These sloppy pits

It's full of flat bodies.

When I'm ready to freshen up.

Walking to school, my feet.

Step on a crack in the cement

Touched the red bomb.

Now I'm an adult.

Can read and write, sit in my chair.

I am as quiet as a fuse.

The jungle is burning, in the bushes

Full of soldiers,

On that difficult map

Place names rose in the thick smoke.

I am the reason. I am a nuclear weapon.

Chemical toys, my body

This is a deadly little device,

I reach out in the name of love, my hand is a gun,

My kindness is absolutely fatal.

Lianna

The obedient eyes also let me see everything.

Changed shape and became pockmarked.

A black-and-white photograph of the war,

How could I?

Stop yourself?

Reading newspapers is also dangerous.

Whenever I'm in my electric drive

Tap a key on the typewriter,

Talking about the tree of peace

Another village exploded.

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