Lost for what should be for written in verses
For frustrations lay empty anointed in curses
Such journeys to far stars and to foreign abode
Sought in answers far beyond conceptions mode
For in us we seek the parallel, all that is an answer
That cannot be seen for the grand example yonder
Is too much for the perspective of the naked eye
Thus in emotion and communication we doth spy
A fraternal exhaustion in cooperation falls daily
When men and women give hearts so very frailly
And open to the bruising of time as of continuums
Lay beneath skins weathering to my life’s bosoms
Rest doth this child in arms of love and simplicity
Colours abound to the mind of such parental ability
We can care for the innocent of a soul so fragile
Yet forever fail in the conception of loves denial
Stars stare down upon the mortality of ourselves
As we reap to the daily visage of working shelves
To which records of effort are placed in such factions
Dropping forever in decisions of profits corporations
Much abundance of monetary gains in modernisation
Whilst the poorest starve in desperate colonisation
Of what is now left that we so have not yet conquered
Are the nether worlds and pity their children unconquered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem