Dark days are here again
The good old days were dark
Drawing blood from the skin
Attracting the gullible shark
Dark days are here again
Dancing on each other's grave
Lies and hatred will not go away,
Must slow down the human lathe
The runaway train carries away the blood
Love cannot overpower the gore
All we can hope for is good old despair
Not arriving bloodied upon your shore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poets can't be pessimistic like this. This is a truth. When are these dark days going to end so long as we just go on repeating the same idea? If we are positive, we will begin to see the lighter side of life. Our attitude counts a lot in this matter. It has become after a fashion for many of our poets to complain about life. If our poets are also just lamenting like any other man, then, what is the difference between a poet and a layman?