How many years pass by
Before knowing we haven’t lived
With purity of purpose
That gives true meaning to life,
Hollows our spirit
How many times do we give in
To greed and keeping up
Setting aside dreams
For another time that
Slips by, ignored
For how many reasons do we succumb to fear
Shrinking from the roughly-hewn path of light
It feels easier to bow down
To say nothing, do nothing
While our silence, lets the killing continue
How many fields of blood will we sow
Before we reap a violent harvest
Jumping back frightened
At the ogre we’ve created
Now ready to devour us
How many lives does it take
To turn this dark spiral
Back into realms of light and love
And to see life’s purpose
Dance with joy, on being found again!
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I would like to translate this poem
We men are slow learners and like a cat need nine lives whereas you ladies are perceptive, rational, and intelligent needing only the one