We build it up, beautifully,
In all our rage and anger.
when will we pull the pin?
If it is set off today,
Some will cry and some will pray,
But what if tomorrow,
Nothing is blown away,
Nothing has blown apart?
Another powerless scream,
From another broken heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You gotta wonder who broke his heart with how this surfaces in his poems so often.