It is sad your range of vision is narrow.
And your complaints have limited your steps,
To accept fear and complacency with its feeding.
You run to your cage and lock yourself inside.
With a peeking from your window,
Whenever you hear strange voices outside.
And you say that I have chosen to live in my own world?
You are so correct with that assessment!
There is not a place in it for deceit or fear to exist or lies told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem