She is alone, with no one to love,
They come and go and she nor me know their name's.
Could not I, give to her what she thinks,
That she has, but being to young has never had.
My love alone in spite of her and those other's,
Who tell the Judge lies.
In the course of unnatural event's,
We reward those whom have committed crime's
Against he whoms, judgment is sound.
In this, their shadow of life and death, what is said,
I have not heard.
And alone I have stood, I pray and I hope,
Not betrayed.
Exploitation,
By she of me and her, damaged, I am tired and grey.
Not addressing the cause,
Leaves her and I miles apart, that very crime by her,
if left unaddressed.
Unknown to her but known to me, won't be healed.
Why should she be hidden and safe when we are not?
Verily thus,
For their past mistakes heaven can no longer hide.
And so to you, to hear, I would say,
Keep us safe, safe from they who know two are one.
Having been damaged as then and now you've read,
And having again having had to learn how to write.
Lonely are both, having died.
The damage that love if given a chance can survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem