a poem writing by someone without english very much

“To conquer a nation through the minds is more refined,
but no less violent.”

even when
as early as i was
very youngest

i love poems.
i reading them
under acacia trees

the buffalo
in the mud
then we till soils.

i writing them
on leaves, pages
of cattleya

on restaurant napkins
on cigarette foils
on toilet papers, too.

i love poems.
but even when
as early as i was

very youngest
priests, Thomasites
teach poems their own tongues.