'Why did our time exist
in the 20th century
why not before
why not after
is it a pre-ordained
destiny that we will spend
our life in this era
is there really somebody
guiding our actions
somebody that every one
worship and adore
or is religion
simply a morality issue
to prevent us from doing wrong
now that our generation
is nearing its end
there's nothing more touching
than seeing and hearing
the people close to us
and with them
down to the last
remaining days of our lives
we will all become history
then a legend
finally a myth
hundred of years from now.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem