we are marching,
side by side,
heads down,
in oppressive silence.
trapped in small places,
confined by our faces.
numbered, and lined up
to face the glare of darkness.
i am human, dammit!
i am a man,
i am alive!
my spirit cannot be contained
in cages of ownership
and servitude.
i will not be your boy!
i am free!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are never truly free For our minds won't let us be Guilt rides us like a sinking ship But still we must not ever give up For that is the ultimate darkness In which a man can live in Thank for another great poem, keep writing them.