Know
I know
that we are
far too lazy
waiting for others
to do what we should do.
We want the easiest path.
Instead of standing up for good,
we cower and beg for acceptance.
We sell our souls, our character, our dreams.
Why?
(I don’t) know.
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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