You admire politicians,
and will vote for them,
when they speak what you think.
But they do not,
and betray you.
You do not speak what you think,
because you are afraid that
you will lose comfortable life,
not loving wife.
You betray yourself.
Your best friend betrayed you,
turning back to you.
After all,
your body betrays you.
Then, finally,
at the end,
you lose your mind.
Because,
life is simply that kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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