So many souls'
so hurt
So hard to console
Wonder where to start
Memories bitter and sour
Memories revisit unannounced
Over them we have no control,
No power
Traumatic battered childhoods
Wasted withered and lost in woods
Baggages of garbage and trash
Where there is no love just revolting stash
When will human healing commence
All this agony, makes no sense
Wonder what sins we are paying for
Evil at play while divinity seems insecure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cogi qui potest nescit mori