That's how we ruined our minds with milestones of pointlessness. Savage mad minds that suspect Camorras everywhere and refuse to accept any reason. Or mad minds useful as rattles for any random career type hungering for military parades. We need spirit. The rabble raves and something comes off you, shows you that it's out of your hands. You've been tanked up and can no longer keep things straight.
Translated by Brian Currid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem