The prisoner of the soul, uncleansed, unconscious.
Do you ever think about the sins you committed?
Lost words and lost desire, the self you harmed.
Humanity losing its aspects,
The roots were left unembraced, unrecognized.
Despair and hate that took place,
The division of people, slavery of one another
loss of language and loss of culture.
YOU ARE READING
The poem of Crito
PoetryThe pursuit of wisdom, The journey of words, You are the lost poet. You look for in this generation, lost words, loss of the critique of life.
