There was a time when,
We were free to fly
Now, they move we listen
Pinned up,
Placed among
An ever growing
Collection
Eyes screwed to the screen
Brain washed in colors
By sirens
And focusing magicians
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
enjoyable read with many possible applications. superb flow and strong work, Shimon. -Tailor B.