When did we give up creativity
for the sake of productivity?
When did we start making
only what would sell, faking-
away ourselves?
Why did our political speeches
become something that to God reaches?
Why did the options become God or terrorism?
Only free in the way of liberalism-
What happened to us?
What happened to the rights of every man
and not only the ones of the government's fan?
What happened to the revolution that was to change all?
while reaching for the stars, all we do is fall-
How could we give up on change?
How do we survive, co-existing with
a world that has neither depth nor width?
How can we pretend that we care
when nothing but hate we share?
How do we get back on track?
-And were we ever?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem