A rose by any other name
Would still as red as the blood in our veins
A pawn in any other game
Still may be sacrificed, all in vain
Two men, neither the same
When cut still feel the sharp sting of pain
A sin, even of little shame
Still may drive your heart insane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
two men neither the same, good write.