Although we were revolting the Old
and praising the New
We had already fallen into old patterns
-repeating monologues we forever knew
For although to us time was transcient
circumstances and directions changing place
We found ourselves a constant
-locked in a vacuum of time and space
And even if change we could believe in
the Political Promises all seemed jibberish
For although a part of the Movement we'd become
-personal change we cannot accomplish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem