Look at them.
They are all the same!
No individuality
No ideals
No life
Lifeless forms,
Moving with the crowd
No opinions
No ideas
No life
Every person just like the other
Impossible to tell apart
Nothing unique
Nothing real
Nothing!
They have no voice of their own,
They sold it to the devil to fit in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem