Everybody is reaching
For the skirt of happiness
Everybody is seeking
The same thing in the chess.
Everybody wants to die for love
But no one wants to die for the Greatest above
Everybody wants a life of honeymoon
But no one wants to lift the fork and the spoon.
Strange things happen all the time
Sadly, babies die in their prime
The world looks different every day
The lion always finds a stupid prey.
The fools want to take control
Of everything under the sun
This is weird, this is immoral
A witch is flying over the moon.
Everybody is trying to grab
The mini skirt of happiness
The weirdoes fight and brag
This is a very unpleasant mess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem