Sand disperses on the open line.
Haunting eyes, with nothing to find.
Nothing is left, and we're all alone.
It's too hard to feel like this could be home.
But they continue; Justice or Death.
Where can we go to, to find some rest?
Just leave us to moan, just leave us alone!
Don't torment us beneath false justice.
Darkened skies and somber rains of pain.
We don't know what they're trying to gain.
Nothing is true no matter what they say.
With a choice of Truth, they'll just lie anyway.
But they police you with injustice and threats.
Where'll we go to, to start some unrest?
Just leave us to plan against the big man.
They can't torment us without false justice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem