My world lies torn
Like any old over-worn fabric
That has many holes in it
And splayed threads
Rotten and evil-smelling.
Can anyone repair my world?
I have my doubts,
Everything seems damaged.
No one can repair my world,
How did I allow this to happen?
I deserve a severe reprimand.
Who will punish me and how?
Why not roast me alive
I will not squirm or scream
I will watch fire destroy me.
I want the same fire to rebuild
My world once again,
It has done so in the past.
My recast and changing world
Should promote truth and goodness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem