We stare at our leaders straight in the face
Criticize their every move
But like a woman pregnant we reproduce history
Gazing into the mirror and mocking our own reflections
Running away from the very person we are
We lie to ourselves that we would not have eaten the fruit in the garden of Eden
But in the end we are all just the same
Without God...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we are all just in the eyes of nature