Spinning around, moving air, unaware of what is happening
at each new second here on earth.
Like people rushing everywhere, unaware of what is being
pushed about in order to allay a few people's fears.
Punching at non-disclosed events, unable to put a dent in
prejudice, because it seeps and oozes out of sight while
blatantly screaming silently within.
How can this unhealthy erosion of life continue to begin
after all these centuries and years?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, I feel the torrent! Quite an event. Wishing you well! Let it flow from mind to pc. of paper, sometimes an internal peace maker Blessings 2U Great one!