I encountered a strange sight
While covered in the warm blanket of Summer.
I beheld a progressing fight
Of a man between wake and slumber.
I knelt by his shaking frame
And observed how splendid
His being exposed his shame-
His innocence had ended!
Thorns sprouted from the grime
Occupying his blackened heart.
Wretched Humanity, worn by crime-
From thee I must depart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem sounds cool..