How can we break free from this system obsessed world:
Machines now consume us: nine to five daily grind;
The mind numbing repetition of deadly clocks.
Meanwhile, we are ceasing to dream of other worlds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another superb food for thought poem to make people stop and take stock of their lives and reflect on Oh if only life was only simpler, too many shiny bling bling gizmo's to tease and tempt the uninitiated, the unschooled. Too many cars on the road. And sadly not enough true dreamers to think outside not outside the box, but outside the box making factory.10++ and added to my where have all the good times gone locker.
Thanks Shaun. I completely agree with your perceptive comments. As Ray Davies of The Kinks also once quipped, ' Where Have All The Good Times Gone? '