Modern Poetry of Lower Liba People

I sleep under the pillow with this city every day.

I dreamed of the soil in the country.

Through a crack in the window

Look up at the stars in the sky.

But it's a little fuzzy

One thing is certain.

The stars in the city are not as bright as those in the country.

I really want to integrate myself into this city.

But after years of hard work,

Still no effect.

city residents

I am in a hurry every day.

country folk

Like an old cow on the road.

Always carefree.

city residents

We meet every day, but we don't know each other.

country folk

I see all familiar faces.

No matter who meets who.

I'll ask you from a distance

Have you eaten yet?

Just like foreigners meet.

Say hello, almost

I travel through this city every day.

But for this city,

like a fish out of water

Even crossing the zebra crossing

Always following the old lady.

Which driver am I afraid of?

Accidentally knocked me out.

I'm depressed.

be in town

I'm just a traveler

Because the real me.

Or that

Songs of the rural poor