These heavy clouds hovering over my head
Burdens me igniting a need to be freed
From a world that I can no longer read
Greed seeds breeding a world that bleed
In long lines we wait for ours to compete
Chaotic vitality over whose mouth to feed
Never ruminate what it means to succeed
As men, it is only defeat that we concede
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem