To the unborn,
here's a sign.
'The world below,
can lie divine.
Create a voice &
How to use it.
Learn from dictators,
and abuse it.
You create your own world,
but from here on out you've been forewarned,
'The path behind
won't be restored,
Never will you Reborn.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i liked it. i think it was a bit short and could've used a bit more detail to explain more of what you were meaning to say.