I hate those who pretend to be nice
when they are not
I hate those who pretend to be good
when they are not
I hate those people in white
when their hearts are dark
I can't bear this any more,
not any more
I'll use my pen as a sword
in this war with the world
which is dark with those people
who pretend
to to nice
when they are not
but killing one self is a crime
and I don't want the world know
that I killed my self
so I am going to be nice
and I don't want to be,
I don't want to be
one among them...
In the first stanza you really identify the enemy vividly with those three drum-beats: when they are not/when they are not/when their hearts are dark. In the second stanza you become a warrior for the side of Light and Truth, but it appears the opposition is too strong and you have to pull back. I guess that's what the title refers to: the fact is the opposition can't be defeated - yet! Keep beating the drum!
I love the agression in this poem! I feel it! Your thoughts are well communicated too. I will like it if people like tat woke up from such self-deception.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Mary, Lovely poem this one. I agree that the world is full of hypocrites and a literary person like a poet fresquently opposes this through his mighty sword ie his pen. In this warr I am always with you. Keep it up. So nice. Far far above your age. Thanks! Truth of Creation .................................. ......................