Taqkal Tarha

Money has become a commodity
The worm has become a bird,
And the monkey has a mirror
With which he gazes at himself every evening.
Nothing has any meaning.
Days follow each other and look the same.
It's no longer surprising, of a morning,
To see the herd being guarded by jackals.
Relationships between men are being turned upside down
And everyone is becoming their own opposite.