It is the I not the you
It is only the me not the we
obsessed with receiving
arrogant in its complacency
speaking easy platitudes
selfishness masked as confidence
fear masked as unconcern
cruelty masked as wisdom
keen sight that is blind
imprisoned in freedom
it wants to be known
it wants to be understood
it will do as it wants
like a once deep great river
now dammed and held back
its small shallow trickles
ache in vain to reach the green sea.
9/7/2002, rev 3/2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem