Fear the man who has nothing to lose or everything to gain
It's all just a concept where we play for the fame
Wrapped up all tangled in dreads of shame
As we adapt we'll all become one of the same
The inevitable is we are only as bold as we claim
In hope we all see what we've finally overcame
As we grasp at idleness and battle with the numbers game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem