As we became surrounded
By a multitude of choices
Our dreams became grounded
Listening to the many voices
Confusion was the game plan
That was overtaking mankind
Soon the making of a culture
Made it difficult to find
In a hurry to go nowhere
Blinded from the perfect leisure
Soiled by the poisoned glare
Surely given to a seizure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem