Justice is broken.
There's nothing forbidden.
The honestes become burdens.
The honestes are crying.
Saying the truth is nothing.
The humans sure are rotting.
The next time if suddenly.
You discover that the peace is a lie.
Dont be shy and just cry.
Sometimes,
the death just seems so heavenly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem