They burned our village today
Those kings by the sea
They told us were rabble
And to obey willingly
Their minds had been set
Like old weathered stone
Today they said
We burn your home
Your beggars and thieves
Filthy and rotten
Never shall their words be forgotten
Yes they claimed us all filth
No matter our person
We begged and pleaded
We are not all filth, we are many, we are one
Artists, writers, and so many skilled are we
Why let a few rotten ones spoil the whole tree
Yet they did not listen for they were but slaves
To those who moved in the shadows and controlled this maze
I watched in silence, forlorn
As my friends were cut down like reeds in the storm
Our homes turned to rubble
Our works strewn to the ground
Our hearts grew heavy
We had fought, yet lost
Do they truly realize the cost
The laments still rise as smoke fills the skies
We are no more now, but a shade and a sigh
Forever forgotten by those lords on high
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem