most people
live without ideals.
most people are poor
and their main concern
is what to eat today
and so from this premise
what necessarily follows
is that they do not
construct ideas and hence
they are not ideal and
idealism is not the concern
of there minds of there days
and night spent in nothing
but little pleasures to
propel them to live for
another day another useless
routinous struggle what to
eat what to bring what to
keep what to live for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem