...As I look up to the sky
...I would always wonder why
Why if man indeed be greatness bound
...Why his being all just dust
...That to longer life would lust
In the quagmire where his days are found
...Where to wars his sons would tend
...Due to rifts that never mend
...In a world that comes to end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem