The creativity killers appear
In many forms. They perpetuate fear.
Their aim is to divert us from the Truth.
They poison the sweet, precious wine of youth.
They eliminate ' subversive' notions.
They prevent the flow of constant motion.
They compartmentalise lucid vision
And then break it up with crude incisions.
Some of them permeate the media.
Some of them feed off life's acedia.
Some of them are so - called educators.
Others are bureaucrats and dark actors.
They want to keep us all in reduced states
Of consciousness so that we know our 'place'
In the 'grand old' scheme of things. O we must
Not listen to them; they betray our trust!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem