What can I give to this world of our
To make it better for us all to live
What did I do to contribute to this madness?
Is there still time to change?
Was it my greed to take all that I could?
While watching others suffer
And blaming it on them
For not being like me
In a world I did not make
In a world I did not shape
I went along with the plan
By pretending everything was right and
Good for me
In this life so short and no so serein
I leave grief
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem