People aren't born for what they do, but what their parents dream.
People don't grow for growing's sake, but for the future's gleam.
People don't live to one day die, they live to put off dying.
People don't work to build themselves, they work to stave off crying.
People aren't fired for what they say, they're fired for making war.
People don't die for what they believe, they die for who they are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice cyclical piece. I love the way you keep the thread pulling until the poem just comes together.