Snow flakes beset the eyes...
All time around the junkies spectrum dies.
Inside the perception blood flows,
like words off the tongue of a fool it bellows..
Bending the ears of the wise..
Come, place your bleeding heart on the line...
Money, mouth, where is it?
Who am I? Who are you?
Sure enough of your opinion, of your belief.
Will you die for them? Or is it all a ruse.
Tell us the truth..
Another miserable martyr..
Freaking benched, another one that wants to be a starter.
Your life consist of boredom,
your eyes see what your fear commands the brain to produce..
There is no freedom,
you’re just another farce facing the noose.
The bullet with your name ripped into the life you tried to save..
The disdain came from all of your praise..
Self indulgent idiot..
Celebrate your idealistic revolutionist schemes with a riot..
See how far you go...
See how far peace gets without violence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some good observations and wise words here. Excellent last line, some sharp words in this for sure. DK