A sad state to be in on the spectrum of life, when a man is not king and his Queen lives in strife,
Why we do what we do to ourselves our Brothers who crime is only to want what we want out of life.
to live in his home and be king of his castle no matter how small yet sacred at night,
so I care and my tears reflect off the light of the Day today I cry for my Brothers plight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem