Bogged down with moans to sigh.
Impeded in ruts stuck,
By pictures unseen...
Giving them breath to breathe.
Welcoming distress for themselves to believe.
Stop to look and listen,
Many choose not to do.
Comprehension for them isn't done.
Stop to look to listen,
Many choose to refuse.
Since understanding is what they run from.
Thoughtless and dependent on reactions.
This is what the people have become.
And panicked.
Thoughtless and dependent on reactions.
Frantic.
This is what the people have become.
Bogged down.
Impeded and stuck.
This is what the people have become.
Bogged down.
In distressed ruts.
This is what the people have become.
And panicked.
Stop to look to listen.
Many choose to refuse.
With kept wishes something should be done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem