Will He escape this sanity?
When He should and should not be
Screaming, Yelling, tax deduction
Lying to Him for destruction
No lawman to confer
Just simply go away
Nothing has happened here
Just simply go away
Blood on my hands
Blood on my face
Blood on the ground
Blood to make the call
No apology to Him
But we will rescue Jim
You’ll be all right alone
You’ll be all right a stone
Electric shorts T.V.
He sits silently
When He should and should not be
Tragic comedy
Wondering waywardly slowly His consciousness ebbs
Slipping away from the sad sanity where He lives
Watching the horror, the madness from His own mind
Screaming inside but there is no one who can hear His cries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem