My honesty is an integrity born out of retribution;
I pushed the right limit at the wrong time, but maybe
In retrospective it wasn’t me but my condition or both respectively,
Because then the public can have a place to park
There blame, with their narcissism the air begins to flame,
You don’t know where you are now, so only you they can blame.
Division of society, by one minds change of view
Then one more and another, divisions by repair
No longer brothers in arms but brothers in true despair
Questions and motives lay beside our every door
Dreams imprinted virtual reality in world without due focus
Leading down a path destruction and revulsion
But yet,
Our superior race has virtue on its dividends
But in a world without soft winds we all begin our end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem