My barricade is impenetrable,
I have made sure of that.
Building it up; masking it's existence,
with so many fake emotions,
that even I believe they are real.
My barricade is a dead end,
no one enters or exits.
Only one may penetrate this wall,
the one who funded its construction,
that closed me off from the outside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Barricades and barbed wires never mutate genes of humanitarianism.Truly said here.