Madness is there
With us,
And we are running
After false propaganda.
We know nothing has happened
And yet we are making merry.
We know nothing new
Yet we salute.
Confidence is lacking,
Uncertainty is everywhere.
We made mistakes
In thoughts and in actions.
We are not strong,
Let us agree with it, okay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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