How can I smile, and speak as tho I am free,
When society raps its chains around me?
The struggle and the strain...
Are sadly all in vane,
for one cannot change the past.
The past is gone, and the present is here,
But with the tape of silence upon my mouth
and the hands of denial over my ears,
i wonder how long the nightmare is to last...
As my hands tremble over the unwritten book of fear,
and the quill has all but combusted,
The truth behind closed doors
of the ones whom cannot be trusted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting it seems that the beginning is focused on alienation and a disconnection from the social order but the more I read this I can't help but feel this is more an internal struggle with your Identity. It’s not society its your struggle to be part of it. The last lines really say it all trust is a short change commodity