The wind of confusion blow's through the trees of deceit.
Shrouded in a pain of misery, anguish, and blistering heat.
Like a captain on the ocean controlling his vast aquatic fleet,
When comes a sudden horror they cannot defeat.
Nothing they can do but turn sails and try to retreat.
And pray to get out alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem