If we do eventually call one another comrades...
Would we then become communistic socialists?
Or would we remain the social fools,
We prefer.
And disturbed we are not called by appropriate names.
With a more political correctness accepted.
Even though the environment has long been changed.
And the name calling we choose to keep the same,
To defame in disgust.
In a more truer definition of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some things stay the same