We are now before 
A rotten staircase.
We have lost our reason; 
Blindness shrouds our
Dull and darkened minds.
Protests have become a far cry.
No life exists in our profaned 
And poisonous breathes.
Our nerves become paralyzed 
Panting in despair.
The recognized persons 
Of our degenerated society 
Make our voice choked.
Our existence roaming 
Into nothingness finds no shelter 
Except a barren land.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem