Ancient tumbles still occur
even in the light of day
gospel teachings flair and bounce
reading tales beyond the grave.
We came polluted from our birth
or that's how the story's told
blaming us for father's sins
how deplorable and old.
That the pope and holy men
would condemn the innocent
to bear the yoke of lust and pride
before the taste of mother's breast
reaches to the child's mind.
And now we stand confused
we who are about to die
suppressing thought and will
trying to understand the why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem