We are the observers,
the villains
and the victims.
The revolution begins in our heads,
but usually it doesn't come out.
We cry for freedom,
but we adore our leaders.
We see people starve,
but we care more about fashion.
We keep earth moving
and we force earth to die.
The whole world
has gone mad
and stabs himself.
We pain,
we lie,
we try,
we fight,
we hurt, kill, forget, and cry,
we love...
We are the axe
and the wood.
We are the prisoners
and the guards.
We are the wind
and the fire.
We are the flowers...
We are the observers,
the villains
and the victims.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem