Uncertainties arise every look:
of doubt, of despise, of madness...
... of fury, of aggression and of extermination.
Offenses are spat out
by similares mouths
to those of whom the words
strike so cruelly.
Too pure for me;
this reality is too terrible.
It makes me die blind of facts
- acts on behalf of peace:
false, inconvenient... and ordinary peace!
Men kill themselves everyday,
but they never did it so ruthlessly
as they do currently. And all is so insensitive.
I doubt a lot of our hearts.
Reflections are what I have left,
because I'm too fragile to change.
And I don't want to lose myself in this world
neither I wish to write about its reality.
Too crazy for us;
this thought is too inhuman.
It makes me cry because of acts
- facts told by a bloke:
irreal, stale... and poetic bloke!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Interesting read. It would be wonderful if the world could and would pull together to create a new and better place in which to reside!