Many are living to experience life,
To worship the value of things to obtain.
And adorning themselves,
As an accessorized commodity.
Objects on display to flaunt and convey,
What they have to possess to impress.
Even imitations addressed are confessed.
Left less effective are feelings affected.
And meaningless is life to live itself.
Respect to show and given to others,
Seems no longer to reflect...
A need for it to be accepted to expect.
Have we become more like objects?
And less introspective as human beings?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Objects on display! ! With the ways of life. Nice work.