O you may like to light your scented candles;
Whilst gently whispering that we are all one
In essence. You may wear your hippie sandals,
While idly worshipping the moon, stars and sun.
Yet in fact you're a part of a select few;
In love with bliss; blatantly oblivious
Of the real, desperate needs of the many.
What would it take to shatter your fake pipe dreams?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem