Back to back,
That normalcy...
Once to have had,
Seems to be attacked.
For everyone living,
Routinely on a daily basis...
Depending upon their steady habits.
And back to back,
Are those days and times...
Fading away faster,
Than the comfort of passing judgements.
Done to realize even that to do,
Has become just as pointless...
As refusing all the changes being made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem