My feeling on 21st March, the World Poetry Day

"Do I look as if I look to sky, eyes in eyes
With acid on my face, 
The fact that tries
To displace
My feet from my Earth and promise me the Moon
Which is not even a stroke played by me, yes the Moon 
Which was younger 
A stroke of brush when they repainted the solar system
To replace the legislation of beauty with man holding a gun
We which was me, we which was you, and a smile which was our land 
But no longer
Next change will not be in cinemas and albums, I look to the soil, trauma Of the Soil, recoil the 
Trauma of them who worked on the soil, do I look as if I look in them 
Happening a change in delinquent, deficient order."