Myopic in thinking,
Wise in spending,
They look real
But lies in their tongue lie
Hope they bring
Using their mouth
Scattering the jungle
With their hustle
Faith becomes fate
Longevity becomes anxiety
Sight becomes myopic
And this the days become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem coz it's really captures the need for revolution and revolutionary actions