I do not like that I see
Now that I am sober and free
From your substance that I had abused
I am turning into a tree of dunes
So much hatred in your world
My heart is filled with remorse
You are killing every soul in sight
In the name of those that would not fight
I sit down in solitude
Trying to reason with your beliefs
So much time is left to uncover
It might take the rest of my life
Tired of untimely death,
you are in a state of constant plea
Too scared to be alive
Always looking for something new
Always trying to run down
The ones that are open and free
Shredding them into pieces
Knotting them into a bundle of grief
I do not like that I see
Now that I am sober and free
From your substance that I had abused
I am turning into a tree of the dunes
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem