WE KNOW THE TIME MY BROTHER
WHEN TEARS BECOME OUR SWEAT,
LAUGHTER IS OUR PAIN;
THAT TIME MY BROTHER, WE WERE SOLD!
HEAPED LIKE CARCASES OF SHAME
SUBMISSION BECOMES OUR SALUTE!
LIKE YESTERDAY, WE KNOW
WHAT TOMORROW WILL SING.
MARCHIN BEATS OF THE HEART IS SWEET
IF THIS TODAY IS YOUR DAY.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
too true....failure and pain is all a part of life.....we are dealt a hand and some times we succeed and sometimes we fail......lovely write.....i would just not put it all in caps.....kinda seems like your screaming....lol 10++