Lying there in that pit of despair,
hearing the forward marching,
coming closer.
You piss yourself
in fear of what’s to come.
Oh dear man, don’t worry.
It’s just a parade to celebrate,
the world’s blind eye towards its weak,
and all you’re required to do is stay blind in the world’s
sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem