Melting into crowds
entails wearing miscellaneous masks
Colourful tasks
Plundered truths
Polished notions
Turbid souls
Tautological ideas
Coagulated minds
Sacrificed humanity
Laghing, mocking and eavesdropping
Mass slaughtering
Killing,
To not to be killed
Fawning your boss
Your teacher
Your landlady
Your lord
To be bestowed a paltry privilege
To be loved and accepted by the mass of triviality
To be worshiped and acclaimed
In their firmament hypocrisy is king
Equivocations, its cavalry
And envy its morale
I prefer underprivileged sorts
Hated ones
They are more themselves
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I would like to translate this poem
Polished notions. Thanks for sharing.