All want to be the only
Ones donning silk robes,
Ones fawned at in droves,
Ones king of the throne.
History's tale, is it not?
Look at all the havoc brought,
Then ask if it's for naught.
No, not for naught.
For if the coin falls from loin,
If those slain are in vain,
What is there to gain?
Where is there to aim?
Who is there to join?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'm not a real poet but i think this was a real poem and i really enjoyed.perhaps because it was very deep.thanx! :)