Puppets, we hang, on a string
Like birds we fly, we try and sing
Captives held in the world's cage
All locked in our gold-studded cage
Dance, we leap among the violence
Cry, we ask into the silence
Survive, we live against all odds
Pray, we plead to callous gods
To take our shattered, broken hearts
To break to smaller, sharper parts
To forge escape, bloodshed, a knife
With smiling eyes we flee this life
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such an impressive start, Tal. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks