</>Housed inside that marble hull
where once the colours shinned
and thrust before that man-made wall
with chains we are are bind.
Hope ends here
destiny follows greed
and yellow is the rose
or the mustard seed.
Till once steadfast armies
again can waste the land
no one on this colour bar
can ever understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem