Once what I saw
Got lost in translation
Nothing was law
I enslaved my salvation
All that was thought
To be well-kept
My eyes fought
Into their beings crept
Some were innocent
Some just as guilty
Yet my eyes made the magnificent
Just as dirty
Some time passed
My eyes still needed correction
Even if reality surpassed
Every whim in that direction
Why the tall needed to be short?
Why the robust had to be skewed?
Did my eyes sort or distort
The images around me immune?
Same eyes, different outlook
Where the thought was of bodies melted
Where they hooked and shook
Most around me, never felt it
Now the new eyes remember
And shake the old eyes for folly
So many victims only I remember
And their souls ride on my body
How my eyes needed to be kind
How they needed to be reminded
That all around are the same kind
That if I betray one, I betray all our kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem