As I live and breathe
In field and factory
And other places where thought is not required
This was a peaceful instance
Where no one asked anything of you
And the continual pressure of the foot gently pressed down on your head is for once relaxed
In groups, they eat and stare at the sun
But are also alone
Separated by choice and by force, by predictable action and unknown compulsion
If you just did what you were told
You would run in circles that held activity but no meaning
No use to fenced in lucidity
Best to trim oxygen as a herd
Bovine in the apartment and the office
Suffering a lot but never actually knowing it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem