Your belly
cannot stomach
the lies
it wants to throw up!
and rid itself of the pain
the mask the illusion
masquerading as truth
a parade in the darkness
would welcome
the moon or a blanket of stars
but without any light
it cannot see its reflection
or know where it is going
so it is with an attempt
to disguise reality
that we run
a marathon of confusion!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem