the rules of the game are laid upon us
written and we keep on memorizing each item
what to do and what not to do
we become faithful to the rules
and we keep on obeying
their rules
our life, our destiny, our misery
they are the gods and we are the slaves
and so we keep on obeying and they keep on making more rules
revising, amending,
we are never on their minds
about what we are and what we feel
for we are nothing but slaves, tools, paraphernalia
then waste, garbage, and simply
any negligible matter
not even a pi
or a number.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem