Wrapped and attached to other people's business they are.
Like leeches sucking on fresh meat until the juice is gone...
To move on to await new bait unsuspecting what is behind,
Their false gins.
Many try to stay uninvolved but they are drag in...
Because it is the environment that does it.
A dime a dozen proves there is no odd man out of this!
And to keep relevent all windows are open wide...
For fear what is inside might suffocate from lack of deprivation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem