Once truth is judged delusion,
we choose the lesser of two lies
Abandoning that voice unheard,
—stillborn, a baby cries
The ideal in dark remission,
all hope now cast in flames
Making bargains with the Devil,
—as the future writhes in pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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