They will gather force,
An uneven sea.
The trust stops.
The humming drowns, and yes, of course,
It is a deafening sound.
The fear will keep your eyelids closed,
For honey dear,
You will get stung.: P
Overhead a swarm does pass.
Alieviate your senses come.
As freedom calls out in rasps,
Release your barbed wire back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem