Gods lost or lesser,
Greater in number or just one,
The axial age is past;
Do not reinvent, a call of clarion,
Circular living in samsara or after-death.
Many a wars, many an escapes,
The sword always remained in their hands
Rich hath the sway, poor obey.
Yet the children must know,
Yet the Gods lost or lesser must have a say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a lot of magic in your words I feel the intent work with it a little more