Dead, we can never but in truth.
The father, do we lie?
Did they not forever, for U.S. choose.
And better off one brlliant flash of shame.
Again I died and lived for all, but you.
Than to live and dig a shallow unknown grave.
My shame is from no other, I know you.
From the botttom of the well comes life is more.
And we have sprung, the bottom true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem