Rituals and beliefs
Of things so distraught
Neither felt nor seen
Far from ever being
Made up by those
They called themselves 'Wise'
Just to hide their actions
Behind their lies
Little did they know
Seeds of fear they sowed
Would perfectly blossom some day
And fill in the voids
Of every human mind
Plagued with distress
Life of uncertainty
Always lack
peace and tranquility
A never ending anxiety
Thus, the love we have
For the unknown
Is far greater than hate
We have for the known
This thought of a human mind
Has paraded me up and down
Upon these awe stricken streets
Hate keeps me from living
Fear keeps me from dying
And so I lacked
From ever attaining a Life
From here till ambiguity
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem