I weep,
Soaked and drenched in the tears of what I see
What my emotions tries to perceive
Yet my heart too little to conceive
Sometimes I wonder
Scattered and plundered
In my world of many blunders
Many questions I seek to answer
Yet my answers in silence I slander
Not because am confused
Nor because I refuse to be used
But because many before me have tried yet nothing
With little or nothing repeating itself as history
My question hence remains my mystery
Leaving me nothing but discoveries
One with many pictures yet no reasoning
Is this what I choose to see
Or what my eyes has chosen to keep
All but pictures with many fusions
One and all but tears for this future
A generation made and born anew
Yet with nothing but vague as clue
For this I weep
Weep for a nation soaked so deep
Drenched in its self destructive pit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem