got a wall
before me
it contains nothing
but
blank and so
out of anger
i splashed
red paint on it
and they call me
a rebel
and i spit at them
and they
chase me
like a criminal
it is this feeling of
absurdity that
calls us to
absurd actions
and they do not understand
the absurd
the philosophical justification
of nihilism
whose adherents
they have put
to the pedestals of
power
believing in the genius
of their
thinking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem