Let' s cut it to the case
let' s stop the chase
nobody can win the sin
beggars to anew begin
over the gain
over and over again
turning doors
and minds in spinning
turmoil ever the result
insult for the warm untold
fights before those basic rights
ever again being left in cold
this is what I so despise
ever in a false disguise
someday may the truth unfold
algorithms of surprise! M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem