It was an elaborate scheme to build a fortress.
Walls of defense were constructed to ease stress.
Within the safety of the surrounding stone shelter…
The weary, ridged guards are starting to swelter.
What was once thought to be secure protection…
Has become a strategy for automatic rejection.
Peering from an inaccessible terrace is an ache.
There is a desire to alter an unchangeable mistake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem