I killed a fly,
I watched it die,
It's wings did cease its fluttering.
Don't bother me with all the whys,
The reasons for which I killed the fly,
I care nothing for such mutterings.
I killed a man,
Blood as it ran,
The world and wind went calm.
So plainly I heard the cries of man,
Caused by my own sinful hands,
And felt choking guilt come from my fault.
I killed a fly,
Death took life,
Yet a twinge of pain pinched my heart.
I killed a man,
Murderer I am,
Yet I still hate to see breath torn apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this was really very good it flows really well