The death of restrictions,
Has been determined a suicide.
And those driven to weep in grief,
Can not decide what to do...
With the rest of their lives,
Without being directed.
Or whom to follow behind,
With steps to immulate...
To re-enact an imitation.
The death of restrictions,
Has been determined a suicide.
And those driven to weep in grief,
Can not decide what to do...
With the rest of their lives.
And left to feel abandoned,
Since not too many...
Have offered any sympathy.
Or willing to empathize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem