Stuck in the void, where piercing darkness swallows
Listening to red anger and endless sorrow
As the meddling minds are empty and hollow
Quietly does the little girl weep in sorrow
Oh humble aging giant, will nobody know
That echoing voice through the valley of the deaf
That stubble that sticks through the wilting leaves
For a father smiles with no doubt, but the one called 'daddy' shall mark with smiles
For your eyes faded within the past, with great stories to beckon
No one sees that through the glass of the fake smiles, a broken respect lost in despair
But through the rubble of the miserable corner
Blanketed with shadows, does a little child cry
Tears born of despair
Oh babbling baboons of the warm stomach, our mind so wallow
Screeching with the case of vocal loose tools
Jumping wildly through the jungle of knowledge, so hollow
Brainless we say, as we pull away from the protected hands
Dancing in front cold death, all to meet the weeping coffin
Ignorant we are, understandable we are not
Together we pound at our chest, blind from the eye, deaf from the ear
Unknowing what is beyond that voiding fence, shameless of the pain with caused
Yet binded by shame, locked shut is the screeches of real voices
While we take our first step, you take your last
Your last shaky breath would be our cool first
Your blistering back shall be our wobbly pony ride
Your blinding eyes being our window to the wild and free
Your mouth praising the charismatic Shakespeare, my ears blasted with shameful Harlem Shake
From the grand old sap tree to the little sapling
If you can see that small baboon through the grandness of your heights
Whimpering with broken trust and brimming tears edging
Quietly does the little girl bravely remorse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem