Her gaunt vegan body dances
The world is a military base
I am spiritual
My friends think they can change it
They think the devil will surrender
I don't
Genetically modified world
Changing and mixing DNA
She sings above the toys
The Marxists are on antidepressants
I ask her to dance
We hold one another for awhile
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I would like to translate this poem
sings above the toy, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.