No will to change no knowledge to seek
The blood that flows won't fill my creek
So wise am I to emanate light
That does not give me any sight
The bitter fruits that bear no love
The hatred fits just like a glove
The taste of selfishness and greed
The wound so desperate to succeed
I lay unconscious on my bed
Wanting desperately to be dead
My spirit left upon the shelf
Man's greatest enemy life itself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem