it was the anthem of sadness
with the echoing of voices of the dead
what about the living,
do they sing it too
there is no difference
with the dead and alive
but the dead are lucky
to feel no more hurt
to feel no more lose
living is an option
got no choices at all
will they stand for it
or die without dignity
the time will tell when
the ropes are tied around,
the neck and and the hands
the knot kept tightening
when they tried to run
behold the revenge
the time has not yet come
when the burning mount
of vengeance erupt
no pace for forgiveness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem