We don't need to hear about
The prophets' revelations;
The despair of philosophers
& the ravings of revolution.
For we are seemingly content
In this cosy, artificial world
Of remarkable, cool gadgets
& of instant communication.
We stare with the cold eyes of cats
As the world unfolds on our screens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent. gets into the minds of cats
Thanks Douglas...I'm pleased that you appreciate the analogy!