Look...
What was,
Isn't!
What is,
Moves ahead.
And those minds left in pieces,
Will stay that way.
Just like the clean sweep of trash...
A renewal has taken place.
And anyone not believing it,
Will.
Believe.
When they have been replaced.
Whether they yell or scream,
To throw tantrums...
And demand their rights!
Until they've become blue in the face.
A door has closed.
To lock and box them in!
An exclusive effectiveness,
Kept in all of its isolated splendor...
Has been erased.
And this fact is driving them 'Mad'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem