Where’s the justice?
Do our expectations ever get fulfilled?
Do dreams ever come true?
Do we ever get what we hope for?
If not, then why expect; why dream; why hope?
Why drive your mind into an idealistic fantasy, when we live in reality?
Black can never be white.
Good can never be bad.
Male can never be female.
Yet why do we attempt to make idealism our reality?
If this is part of being human, I’d rather be an animal;
Free from a mind,
They are, in fact, more kind.
Free. Free. Free.
A bird, free to move anywhere possible.
A lion, free to pounce on anyone possible.
A fish, free to swim anywhere possible.
A parrot, free to imitate anyone possible.
A horse, free to gallop anywhere possible.
A snake, free to poison anyone possible.
A mammal, free to mate with anyone possible.
A mammal, free to love anyone possible.
A mammal, free to kill anyone possible.
They’re all so free.
Free. Free. Free.
Free from this sinful and restricted world of ours.
Yet, sadly, a part of it.
With no ideals in mind,
And just a mere life to live,
They do have more peace than us.
Peace. Peace. Peace.
With more freedom & peace,
I now question how, oh how,
Are they inferior to us?
'The fact that man knows right from wrong proves his intellectual superiority to other creatures; but the fact that he can do wrong proves his moral inferiority to any creature that cannot.' Mark Twain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good poem its very deep