Our minds are being devoured.
Apathy feeds on today’s youth
Like vultures on dead corpses.
A strange illness that is
Very hard to cure.
It is an alcohol, a depressant
That is over supplied and too easily obtained.
Leaving us waiting for nothing to happen.
And doing nothing when it comes.
So we rot.
Alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem