No matter what I do
The world will screen me
It will never applaud me
I know I am human
With a bunch of foibles
Can a struggling man
Born into humility
Subsist only on weaknesses?
Wherever I want to go
It blocks my way
Whatever I want to see
It blinds my eyes
Whatecer I want to hear
It puts its muffs
In my ears
Whatever I want to eat
It stitches my mouth close
Whetever I want to go
It shackles my legs
Whatever I want to smell
It blocks my nose.
There is war
A war the world wages
Against me
And I like a lily come
Harder than all seasons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love to our own individuality and a point of seclusion and dejection that suffers the individual and a nice theme and real background that ongoing in the world.