Everything felt and seen reflects
my consciousness - how true,
when blue I look at sad poetry,
when happy, only poems with
endearment terms will do
Oh joy, we can change the world,
make people feel good, feel love,
make them see and do positive
things, though it is still
impossible now
All expression of loneliness and
hurt is labeled criminal, unloved
people are incarcerated, rejection
and pain are reinforced, jail
changes them irrevocably
What they surmised - the world
is horrible – proven by experience;
innocent people are shocked when
attacked and robbed, but there are
no innocent people
In our depraved society – only
people suffering pain in
various degrees…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem