Those today who speak selfishly,
About their issues...
Are further away in pointless distance.
Their words are like mold,
On stale bread.
And the air of freshness from their lips...
Are no longer expected.
Since whatever is heard,
Continues to be nonsense.
Outdated and outdone is their purpose.
And people like this,
Have happily diminished.
Voices growing and getting closer...
Rejoice in a collective effectiveness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem