It's all about you..!
Life, I savvy is a race.. a race that's oblivious of man's emotions..
One that blind's folks, instill's envy, loathe, malevolence..
A charismatic force that has trounced humanity..
A race that's voodooed mankind into varmints..
A vicious circle that man seems infatuated with..
But…
What puzzles me are the words..
"Individuality, Identity, Self"
Are they mere words for a tête-à-tête? ? ?
They seem like the words long forgotten..
They seem like a veil, a camouflage..
Or
Are they a vouge, a make - believe? ? ?
If only…
Man would realise, the race is not about
…
It's all about you..!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem