Whose sense has deceived themselves
Luck can't help,
It is and was fixed
For their wrong and misdeeds;
A glass of water was in the hand of a thirsty man
He saw a small straw in it
What could he do then?
Removing the spot drink it he could,
He could make a chance
But slowly he emptied the glass
Still could not remove the dust
Which caused nothing to his thirst;
My sense is my freedom
Not to abuse but to use in every term
With properly thinking
Outside natural happenings observing,
In nature homosexuality is not seen in any beast
I am human thought to be the best
But that hateful example is in me
How can luck help me?
absolute maxim - My sense is my freedom Not to abuse but to use in every term /// greatly written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In nature homosexuality is not seen in any beast I am human thought to be the best But that hateful example is in me How can luck help me? truly penned