In one long note, the song is sung. The hopeful dirge has now begun.
What started with a coward’s cry continues with an honest lie
Would arrows shot in parallel bring forth an end to actions fell
The first struck hard into the lamb, and soon the second’s sure to land
I’d take the quarrel in my chest to make amends and finally rest
What guides I’ve found have lost the way, their compass broke within the fray
A beast of greater size could show a path that only true men know
By acts of God the shades were torn, to be replaced with worse than norm
While you’ve been led to emerald sheets, this man has conquered other feats
A hunter rose and with him pain, then once again with one insane
Though vision stained with lust and greed has opened hands to evil deeds,
Compensation is never met by those with hatred as a pet
Deals ill-struck between the pair caused nothing but this one’s despair
When one was called to meet a face, the mirror showed a different place
The futile growth of normalcy still wages war with honesty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem