Haven't slept in a few days;
From Sunday to Tuesday,
But I just don't get it.
Where does one day begin
And another one here end?
I've lost track of all time.
My speech is slurring;
I'm wasting away
Debating racists online.
And all these websites
Show me the truth inherent
Of what no one bothers to find:
Bloodshot eyes at a Syrian genocide.
Chlorine seems a bad way of dying,
And starvation could be much worse.
I'm supposed to sit here smiling,
When I know here comes my turn.
An atheist, but feel like praying,
Because I don't want us to be alone.
When the time comes, I'd like a say,
"I hope you have a soul."
I hope your heart is pure.
I hope you're saying the truth.
I hope, for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem