Judgement Poem by ion untaru

Judgement



Closed in a room
all to his handy

What's the use
when he has to answer for all:

To what he had to do
and didn't do,

To what he hadn't do
but he still did;

An whole life wasted
for an illusion:

illusion of comfort...

(translated from romanian)

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ion untaru

Village Finta, Dambovitza
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