We paid the price for hasty choices made
and cried our tears for dreams put to the blade.
The lessons learned a hefty price we paid.
Against our woes, we rail — the urgency to bail.
Excuses very stale — comparisons must fail?
With truthful knowledge, man must themselves arm,
protecting him from possible great harm,
as ignorance deceptively would charm.
Lament will take its toll — do travel to-wards goal.
Some silver tongues extol — their lavish lyrics roll.
A fair comparison to current ails,
the signs of growing rapprochement disarm.
Plumose-like memories that tease then fade.
Ineffable the mysteries of t' soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem