Shrill sounds coming from instruments, playing tunes as if
they are life and death issues, bringing pressure to bear
upon those who are greedy and corrupt.
Finding places where they will do no more harm in this world,
gathering and collecting experiences that fulfill interior
beings with joy and happiness.
No more moping because life has been hauled in with anchors
of feelings and emotions that're being spread about giving
freedom of speech and expression across the entire globe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem