Hope and disparity battles
amidst raging flames of reality
Inner Gods search for identity
In a world created of frenetic fantasy
Swindling apparitions of golden gods
Of gushing oil and dying crops
A world we paint of dizzy heights
A road lost of patient gains
Flailing hands of the living
entwined with dead legs
walking to their graves
A grotesque image carved out
by Nature of its arch nemesis - the humankind
Bury your dead forget to shed
a tear, a tear that rest amidst the floral beds
for more of your brothers are coming this way
either to lay or take you away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem