We are now before
A rotten staircase.
We have lost our reason;
Blindness shrouds our
Dull and darkened minds.
Protests have become a far cry.
No life exists in our profaned
And poisonous breathes.
Our nerves become paralyzed
Panting in despair.
The recognized persons
Of our degenerated society
Make our voice choked.
Our existence roaming
Into nothingness finds no shelter
Except a barren land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem