Hey Local Machine!
I don't think you can afford not to look outside
Bury the hatchet with gauche friends
That's how a revolution begins
There's a crack in the orderly linoleum living arrangement
All of the molecules bored to death
From the community to the nation and beyond
The hours you and I must work
Would quiet the song of a nightingale
Its lovely renditions for wide awake youth at late night hours
Pinpointing the sympathy factor
Feeling sorrow for one's autobiography
That's how a revolution begins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Pinpointing the sympathy factor Feeling sorrow for one's autobiography That's how a revolution begins' nice lines, I have a feeling though that most revolutions, which succeed have causes in social injustice and extreme poverty, when desperate people have much less to lose than potential gain, but there are many forms of revolution, social change, most just takes inevitable time to season :)