maybe we should be more cynical
the act of pretending
is easier than most things in life
so why bother
shine no light on what really matters
ignoring the poor, shooting stray dogs
it's a brutal world after all
so why bother
maybe only when the forest fires spread
to the cities, to our beloved bricks
we might stop acting like we're blind clowns
but then again, why bother
If it all will be over soon
we'd rather stare at the cynical face of god
we are his mirror after all
plus he never bothered explaining why
why should we bother?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem