take care my
friend
those around you
are looking
up the sky and
then look down the
ground
trying to measure
the height of your
fall
take care my friend
you are not
surrounded by friends
but by your
traitors
keep the calm of the
still pond
keep eyeing on those
vultures
they will surely like
the taste of your
cadaver
take care my friend
shy away from blind trusts
and blanket authorities
at night keep that
third eye waking
sleep well in the morning
when they are all gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem