I wonder if cameras really can steal the souls
Of young people caught up in celebrity roles
So many pictures, so many times,
24/7, no reasons, no rhymes
Except they’re famous for being famous, not for their art –
Do they become soulless and devoid of their heart?
Being photographed always, world-center stage,
Perhaps camera-flashes transform to flashes of rage
That explode so volcanically – Who’s at the controls?
I wonder if all those pics really did steal their souls
No matter how brightly their shooting star shone
It seems that celebrities are very alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem