Faraway in the veldt
The lush growth of grass beckons
And on a knoll, a pearl gem
A man made a stallion his friend
Anxious to acquire a great fame
For possessing the flame
Of the gem.
The stallion a good friend
And the man good on the outside
He took the stallion on a race for the gem
It galloped and trotted and panted
For the unbridled quest of its friend
The journey is made
And the gem in possession
The stallion is hungry and tired
His friend overwhelmed by the world
And kicking and killing his friend
If you help and animal, it runs away
But if you help a human being, he murders you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem