the blind keeps eating the voice of the silent...
his mask is on, while the thoughts of the deaf,
hang freely beneath his word's bridge...
a fool walks by the lake, w/ his side a stripped king...
the blind reads the credo of justice, while the ignorant
dance in their wasteful parades...
the suicidal walks by the hill to see the other side,
but the other side keeps getting farther...
now the hypocrite, walks in other's behalf,
unwillingly....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well written in a poetic outlook which has a deeper meaning beneath it well done....