O mother!
For what purpose have you thrown me into this world?
Where man cannot admire, yet they desire for all.
Paper is valued over life and knowledge is diluted into 'opinion.'
If accepting this conditioning is what it means to be human,
I choose to stay a beast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It sounds hilarious, but that's true. The world is turning into something. Well written friend. God bless you
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