Memories sweep across my heart to keep it still
The beats can no longer flee,
A reflection of pain
Shared across a generation-
Amongst morons it’ll be expressed
Whose to say “no” if I cry tomorrow?
Who in that lifetime will mourn my death?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amongst morons- DARN TOOT'N LOL This one is amusing. But all in all not that good. Strange I like the title thought.