then
in the cold of graves
you will not find chains
they remain outside
they be polite.
But ah! they hurt so much
during so many years...
but wait - they did not
do
on purpose -
so say they at least
they said
'We be confessing'
for fires
be as of night
and night the leveler
it assuages pain
even when heaviest
chains weigh most -
and
then
in the cold of graves
you will not find chains
they remain outside
they be polite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem