you can tell me
these chains are wings...
but i dont believe you.
that right and wrong
are black and white...
i dont believe you.
that God chooses
between one person
and another...
i dont believe you.
that killing is justified,
that poverty is earned,
that you are better,
or worth more than me..
i just dont believe you.
you can tell me
that there's more
than the hand in mine...
baby, i dont believe you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm not a big believer either. Maybe the creative and passionately fair of character shall inherit the Earth? Love your poems: -)