There is sign that can not be read
by adults or children alike,
the sign is worn with weather and eyes
that have never understood what it said,
There is a sign that can not be read
it sits at the end of the street,
where people have died and others have cried
because of the horror they meet,
There is a sign that can not be read
but instead is felt with strife,
the sign is tall and short all the same
with letters that slit like a knife,
There is a sign that can not be read
because the pain is too much to bare,
too much to think
too much to know,
too much is the sign that sits there,
There is a sign that can not be read
There is a sign that can not be read,
There is a sign that was nailed up days ago
There is a sign that can not be read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Poet A very interesting poem, good work. Loyd