Fear owns world
In its indistinct tight hold,
We fear invisible wile,
as well the vile we were told.
Fear firm sorts
Of fanatic folk, its plots
Of vicious acts, they score
in their God's name gore and morts.
I fear few
Of life's unwonted twists, do
fear of finding myself lone,
Just moan dread of loosing you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem