I actually wrote a poem and almost posted,
I actually filled the champagne and nearly toasted,
With the person on that date of the November,
Unprecedented that things would change outside.
Suddenly something so shocking shoots sorrow,
Barely by begging bullets be borrowed,
Fighting fights footless, fameless, falsely,
Eternity experienced ends ease, effort,
Bodies begets burials below.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem