A carved stone can reign like a mountain,
Only to be meat in natures jaw.
But no wind or snow can tumble
Into the steel minds of humanity and memory-
Of books and history.
Truth belongs to the victor of history's conflicts. Very well said. A finely crafted poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Masiela, may your poem persevere for the duration of its title. Great write! ! Brian