We peck at each other like chickens;
we know we can fly but still choose not to try...
We laugh at the butterflies trying to swim,
while we are still on the ground never having even lifted a wing...
We judge people like a jury with few details;
we do so never even knowing who they really are...
We are too busy avoiding mirrors to evaluate ourselves,
and it's this that takes what they call humanity away...
We see butterflies drowning for ‘perfection' everyday;
we are too lost in what we see as flaws to be brave...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem