Work becomes an institution,
Home becomes a grave,
Chaos treat me fairly,
Be my friend.
A blip it makes a problem,
A mistake causes pain,
A politicians misused power,
A dead old flower in the rain.
If one brick can start a city
and one bomb can it down.
Two different thoughts of feeling,
Only outcome war again.
Every single action confronted by reactions,
The writings on the wall,
The empty screaming halls of reaction,
Of reaction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, wonderful metaphors. BB : O)