It is reflected off the human heart,
Piercing the world like a dangerous dart.
It won’t be gone with us humans about.
It’s just so sad for the victims, no doubt.
They’re pushed down into the dark sea of doom,
not knowing that they would be gone so soon.
They stand up once to holler, twice to cry.
Who knew that man would be that kind of guy?
Nobody knew, and that is just so sad.
Did he even know then that his deed was bad?
Does he know now that what he did was wrong?
Maybe not- cause’ he’s done it for so long.
His kind won’t be gone with us humans about.
It’s just so sad for the victims, no doubt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i agree. great job. keep it up.