Artillery of skills is empty
Crashed confidence and battered belief
Echoes in hollowness of guilty
Strings of life seems fake
A lost sense with tainted trust
Made zest and zeal to partake
All sweet notes has turned bitter
Faltering faith due to poisoned power
All recovering steps face a hinder.
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I would like to translate this poem
Dear poet It is the reality prevailing everywhere. Thanks for sharing.