How fast we fade to black or white
no go-betweens to soften smite,
All hell-bent to beckon call
upon the line wills to the wall.
Yes or no, maybe won't do
as wrecking balls come crashing through,
No time to jump or creep or fall
live or die what is your call?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem