I'm waking from a nightmare
The sound of histerical people hurt my senses
Throught dirty allies my mind is ambush
Now to me, the society are falling to pieces
Too faster like a forgotten childhood draw on fire
Now its all what matter to me, its just what i mean
Now my individuality became into my own death
Outside the ideas means just scars, into hungry bussines men
Now they are just keepin themselves on safe
Of anthropophagite terror, who feeds the words
And now, the time still running
To fall down aphatetic in the end
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I would like to translate this poem
..a thoughtfull expression indeed..........10