Kept within our own life spheres
The cries for help meet deaf ears,
Drowning out this damning din
From figures of melting skin,
Barely clinging to bone.
And the Powers that be
Turn their backs on humanity-
But hidden history will be read,
Since Death spins his poison thread
Upon those touched by Time and Tyranny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem