Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,
these persistent, inexorable deaths
make faith as such absent,
our humanness a question,
a disgust for what we are.
Whatever the hope,
here it is lost.
Because we coveted our difference,
here is the cost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem. Thee mirror can be a difficult thing to look into, 'because we coveted our difference'.