You have better values of property
Than those who enter the life of others.
Without denial, passing into kindness,
The soul of your body is weak and delighted
By the soothing calamities surrounding it.
We have vision of dreams dissolving into our head,
Finding peace within and without,
Masking us from true life, but is life true?
May peaceful men walk this Earth with dignity,
Surrounding their peace with a bigger faith,
Breaking the thinker’s thought into fragments
And understanding then what thought suggests.
The property of a man’s life is his toy,
With this damage comes a manhood,
One of a trend and sway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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