looking at them,
we are all staring
doing nothing
not because we don't know what to do,
but we don't care.
The boy taking fire to the refinery
yet we all said he is playing.
What type of play?
To send us all to our ancestors up there.
U're saying the truth, , everyone in front of u showing his smile to u, , but when u need him u find also smile but a fake smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short n filled wit msges