Laugh, at the world's hectic rush.
At the way it works.
At how they can feel good,
to see how others hurt.
Laugh, at the way we learn,
the way we're taught.
The way they tell us,
'you can never stop'.
Laugh, at the demanding rules,
the passed-down Traditions,
The work protocols.
Those never ending, always binding, web of restrictions.
Laugh, at how they judge us,
how we're condemned.
How they look down on us,
because we're not exactly like them.
Laugh, at the mask we all put on in this society.
At the messed up vision of an easy life.
The caring faces, those friendly people
The waves after waves of countless lies.
Laugh, at the contradicting Irony,
of the word peace,
Which only would be remembered
after an anger fueled, rage blinded, killing spree.
Laugh, at the way I put up my sentences.
At the way I write.
At the way you know,
We're born for this bumpy ride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem