What we are now awake or death?
Riding and hunting through our despair
War poison games,
over and over again
Memory inventory,
breeder of abortions
TV Seller liar,
Lipstick of vampires, slaves
You want to sell my worst nightmare
Maggot body,
broken and cripple
In my head demons despair
spreading like mud,
in my broken heart
Look me in the eyes
watch my soul die
crucified
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice attempt in depicting present trend.