My brain feels shallow
Locked in the same place, that projects the word hollow
Unrighteous justification
Explained with an inconclusive notification
Sometimes we feel bold
Yet the heart is still cold
Shivering from false emancipation
Imposed by vigorous speculations
Leading to unpredicted aggravations
In time we cling to our thought of misery
Then maybe a plausible sense of Victory
Happiness is reachable
Misery is redeemable
Sheep amongst wolves we are
The struggle is just inevitable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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