Little else in the universe
Separate
Only to return together
At a later date
Elements of life are eliminated
Then compensated
Most things will be deficient
Then recuperate
Except this man-wielded disease
That seems to feast
On his desire to do as he pleases
Not destroy what's less, but the least
Man seems to be born twice
The days he lives and the day he's on lease
Some alter form of human sacrifice
In which two battle out a peace
Then come D day
A day that has been, in so many ways, rewritten
Two people just lost their way
Yet all the same need to be smitten
A day harder than any day
As if one's name is erased from existence
Someone one day was a form with a frame
The next he is just a ragged resistance
So many heroes and victims
In one battle of ego and will
Who could've invented such a system
So demonic it shames the devil?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem