About mundane bricked fortress
Amble the fitting youth
Who stumble reckless but decide
A path to run upon.
Who do they ask for due course
To claim awful remorse?
The known, unknown, some man, all man
for their future plans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
haha great job man, very well written and quite the tongue twister. I see a good future for you here