When all the dark angels prosper and prevail;
When Love disintegrates under a severe sun;
When the people's eyes are filled with dollar signs;
When crass, secular gods are worshipped daily;
When the rose of beauty becomes a plastic idol;
When flowers only have meaning at funerals;
When justice only make sense in a text book;
When the light is reduced to a candle flame;
When prayers and poems cannot communicate;
When wisdom is replaced by tainted information;
When words are twisted and turned into harpies;
When soundbites become living, breathing symbols;
When democracy is a farce and not fit for purpose...
Then you know that it's time for radical change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem