Morality was choice-less,
a decision not so free.
A rule made to impress on me
the way the world should be.
Given as an option, never…
Was that true?
It stays in me forever,
The memory of the harm, to who?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.....The memory of the harm, to who? ......Brilliant final line.