Then we sit and gaze at each other,
A moment of shame in blame
All days fooled by massacre
When what could have been
Should have not
Even that should have been
Could not be
Sitting and still gazing
As if a miracle will come upon,
And rescue the stag of no possibilities
When even the worlds
Have ommitted a duty to preserve
An obligation to realise
That we owe love
And that intermediation
Is not factional
But we sit and gaze
As if were all prisoners of the same mind
I BLAME THE WORLD
As it sat for decades
A bomb building to explored
And we assert upon our consicousness
The cold of not being willing to help
And as we gaze
We should bare that
All worlds have failed
Just as they did in Ukraine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem