Finnish

Time weaves a network of shame

upon the earth, racism

heavy burden, posture

weighs alway

almost to the ground.

Oh sweet of Finland's land

no water beach someone

littering.

Is inundated with oil pollution

white swan, I

the memory of writing.

Inside lives in grief

a great reward army.

It marches in a row drumming,

tune circus life.

What country, and what is the currency,

when money is needed?

I can hold inside me

the joy of wealth, as well as sorrows

a large sum. The man blonde

or a long dark.

As fate echoes, short

haikus, I have just Finnish.