echoing out of the past
72 genes hanging on a chromosome
all vied to make you
some survived
as others died
ghosts of a different era
in pools unremebered
unsung
the victims of selection
elected, became one among many
the struggle goes on
to copy and write the history
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the thinking is good, reflect the truth, and make a dig at it.good job.TX