The sweat on our backs
The blood in our veins
The beat of our hearts.
Pointless, eternal.
The dread in our minds
The food in our mouths
The endless decline
Pointless, eternal
The hate in our heads
The smile on our faces
The love in our hearts
All for nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad yet strong, great poem.