Comments about Maciej Drzymala
I kissed the justice without emotion,
burned it in the ground with a past devotion,
and my old notion drifts endlessly in the ocean,
swaying and shaking my everyday motion.
I cuddle the injustice with a whole-hearted support,
after digging it up from the forgotten grave,
My vision reaches its blinded port,
It is my new life, set for emptiness, I can't be saved.