the good never makes it on top
it is the the mediocre that rules
the best is buried deep down under
and you who still breathes
this air
it is you who smells these foul things
and yet
you know how to dance well with the music
of the times
you see, they like you, you're not that good
and definitely you are never the best
for those who survive
loves life and shall do everything to compromise
even the lives of
other people.
come to think of it, like you, i have endured
life too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, well-written