in most ways
we are the same
flesh and bones
same dust same blood
same skull
there are differences
however, like the way one
chooses
the way one lives his life
given the same circumstances
people differ on how to
react
thus inside this prison of life
if you want to put it that way
one may look at the sky behind those
steel bars and see stars
or one may look at theground
and see nothing but mud
and stones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem