Nicely wrapped gestures,
Who do they fool?
We all ate of the apple
And evil finds its double
Every calendar day;
We would rather save ourselves
And sacrifice the neighbors.
Nice gestures;
How thoughtful we would be
If that were the whole of us?
But we always keep one hand
Behind our back,
As half the antidote we withhold:
The half that could save our humanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem