Finally, we're succeded to find those mountains
where even the loudest screams don’t echo
And long ago, we were handed mirrors
which were secured from reflection
as if they were castrated.
Hah ha!
Now, no more bandaged mouths or muffled voices
All noise is trapped
And photographs fail to capture light.
Isn’t it more than being safe and sound?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem