we, who remain here
within the fold
we decided not to end this thing
before the task is done
and so it all hands upon hands
fingers digging for what is
meaningful beneath
we had spading forks
but they were more for show
the neighbors look amazed
how we, who remain here
seem united
until then what what must be done
had been done
that they finally know
that the shovel was only for show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem