We can't be carved, programmed and displayed,
As others expected for their dreams collapsed,
Carving done at every part of our life without informed,
Programming updated every stage of our life that intended,
Displayed all over the world what they have achieved,
By political carving, economical programming,
And the display as the developed on going,
When our time is not in our hands to enjoy,
Pawned for monthly salary from the bosses,
Every activity is scheduled when and how to do,
We are not free to do what we like,
Kissing our spouse has to be stopped,
When the alarms ring, blare and repeat,
Caring of our kids unintentionally transferred,
cooking of the meat, dead for many seasons,
gulping of supplements with no reasons,
carrying the tiara of pride on our noses,
Wearing the clothes of herds days after days,
Time passes very fast, half the time drowsy,
When we lived as we liked to remember and cherish?
I like how you describe the need for each of us to become responsible in order to be ourselves - liking or not, but at least aware.
A fantastic poem, we all have choices to make, but sometimes they are made for us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The price we have to pay for living in society, structured and organized. Good write.