I say stop!
You say no.
You’re drunk on bliss,
Ignorant bliss.
The wine of the oblivious
Sweet ambrosia to their upturned noses
I watch the world unravel
“Titanic’s hit! The ship will sink! ”
But you still think
We’ll make it to port on Tuesday.
You’re driving under the influence.
Going too fast,
On a road too short
The brakes won’t work
Too late to stop
Just brace yourself for the crash.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem