The future blocked,
by words unsaid
The pasture torn,
its furrows bled
The future blocked,
by words unsaid
The present cries
—its orphans dead
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great piece of writing. Very powerful words my friend there is a despair, there is hope, well just my interpretation thanks Andy