City, park, square, sculpture
People, population, crowd
People in the squares
Crowd in the parks
Every body comes and sees sculptures
They admire and enjoy seeing sculptures
What a beautiful face he has made for it!
What a fantastic style he has chosen for it!
What an excellent delicacy!
I’m one of those sculptures
People see my appearance but
Who knows my feeling?
Where are you, my sculptor?
What was your feeling when you created me?
Why did you think I am the best?
I have no choice
I don’t have any movement
I don’t have any thing
You have chosen this destination for me
I’m doomed because of you
I’m a captive in the time, in the place, and in the shape
If I could shout, my sound would gone to the sky
Even you didn’t give me this ability
Can I complain?
I don’t want beauty
I don’t want especial style
I don’t want delicacy
I want just freedom
Why do you created me?