You are all worker ants
and the tunnels you dig will be
remembered by no-one,
a fake destiny.
Happy happy ups and downs,
a cover for young eyes.
Events of nothingness
feed hungry lies.
My stomach is full
and i don't want desert...
maybe just a bite
i love the taste of dirt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is actually based around observing the majority of the human population working for a goverment that has no good intentions for us. 'Loving the taste of dirt' line refers to not wanting to abide but having no choice.