Could it be
we could free
the next century?
Could we try
a rebirth
of purity?
the human mind
is often unkind
and confines itself
to mediocrity
Could it be, that
nothing really
can be done?
It may be
too late to see
suffocating reality
One, no, many, must step up
and call an end to this assault!
Let the earth be ideal again
and its leeches level-headed
for, a shadow looms forth
disconcertingly
challenging tranquility
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem