O no- one is still; no- one is silent!
Everyone rushes around on constant
Autopilot! These days, I can't even
Hear the whisper of a prayer. Seasons
Come, and seasons go, but nothing really
Seems to change in our societies,
Which are on the verge of utter madness.
Peel off the layers; observe the sadness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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