Beyond the forest,
Of human indignity,
Stupidity and cruelty,
Lies the Truth,
Bleeding profusely,
Seeking redemption,
Badly wounded, but still,
Tenuously, free.
Poor Truth,
I cry for Thee,
Dear Truth,
So difficult to tell,
So difficult to see
Always manipulated,
Hurt and bruised,
Buried under all kinds,
Of political debris,
Calling for Help!
Drowning in the Sea,
While mercenary armies,
March, fighting against Her
All thru History!
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I would like to translate this poem
OH what powerful and dramatic images! I hear your cry, Sandra. Truth is a diamond Strong and priceless It gets covered Over, distorted, Beaten up, Made voiceless But nothing can ever crush it Truth will survive It will grow and fill the earth And sparkle in the cosmos Dignity will revive Truth will be victorious It cannot be conquered Truth will be made glorious And truth-seekers rewarded