What a tragedy that man be born with wings!
What a funny sight to behold!
What great evil he would accomplish!
What measure of conflict would exist!
Grief heightens
Nations crumble
One man rules
One man supremacy
With curious acute minds, he goes forth
To find the dwelling place of his creator
To open up the clouds that cover the earth
And changes terrestial lives
Will he dwell on land?
That is just not certain
But he would rather enjoy the sorrows of the sky
And move over war barricades
Carrying his armour on his back
And fast shall he crumble
After he expends all his energy
And death shone over him
Can man even live winged?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thought provoking piece,