We find ourselves amongst friends and foes
Yet who of which we do not know
Deceived by those we trust
Love in all forms only lust
With a chip on our shoulder we stand
Withheld out lay our bruised hand
Once removed and forever denied
For our fates it seem others decide
We hope to prevail this evil kind
In the night we search no light to find
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem