I'm lost in that thought again.
What if it all goes away?
Everything that we love,
Every article of pride,
Every item of comfort,
Every dream and hope,
Every thought of dignity;
And every strong advantage.
What will we do?
If civilization fails,
If we are reduced to primal state,
With no technology and systems.
Will we pick up the rusted tools
And work our lazy bones?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece