Expectations there are so many
Bars raised, but only the liked survive
Imitation, plastic figurines
Tongues that slither like serpents
Words that stab like swords
Balance, what a joke!
Justice...for who?
This world is a Hell
Always on your toes
What happened to that so called Heaven?
The faith that kept millions living
It's gone, I'm sure of it.
Breath-taking...it is.
Not knowing whether to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem