This Is An Illusion, I Am Not Dozing Poem by Hebert Logerie

Even if you see me, with eyes closed, in the shadows;
I am not sleeping under the light of the dark bulbs.
I am looking at you bewildered by my slow reactions.

On the contrary, I'm very careful when I write;
Since I can hear the sound of the ants in action,
And the fall of the small needle on the carpet.

It's an illusion; my senses are fine; I am not dozing.
Listen to the distant echo of the bell ringing,
And the blood flowing; everything is working.

You can express yourself like revolting peacocks,
Or like magpies who sadly just lost their crops.
I am protesting: my countrymen are not dogs.

I am not asleep. I can hear your thousand excuses.
You just woke up the anguish of my Muses;
Thus, I'm looking at you mesmerized like frogs.