No dream but dream girl is here,
And we are all become mad after her.
We are hungry and we feel the trouble,
No truth no love and our optic glass
Gives no flavour, no glory and nothing
Is there for us there or here. True,
We are dreaming for a better world,
But we are not doing the works to secure
This world within first. We are restless
For nothing and we are mocking ourselves
Saying eachother worthless.Is there not mud
In our hearts in stead of love and joy.
We are at stake and yet we have not done
Anything for stack-out in our living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem