For skies are gray and cloudy when you like,
From all through, you liked the magical thought
That hides and cowers tonight asyouknow.
He invoked it and I think it is wrong,
For nobody should live and be immortal at the expense
Of others
Of fathers
Of innocent citizens. I am angry
And happier if the mage should just disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem