To live in this lifetime, the mind must be free.
Knowledge is the Abyss.
The schedule is writ, the day moves on a stop watch.
My books were filled even before I could talk.
My hand was taken by the zampolit,
led on wires before I could walk.
But now I've snapped the strings of society.
My chains are broken, my manacles, shattered.
My uniform is rent, my pin code cast down.
I've not an identity.
I'm no longer a man.
Yet, as I'm exiled from the herd for eternity,
I am happy.
I am free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh, I think It's quite finished. do like your expressions. but im curious; now what are you going to be? what are you going to do with your freedom?