Shall I shorten what was written by
a beaten heart, my work does not
appeal to the ears and eyes of the
reader however how should that matter,
shall I altar the truth or let I be, shall I
make a mockery of what these hands I
had created, never there be a censor
to my words, never a bit of change, to
change is to lie, to lie is to deceive
and deceive I shall not, for should I
break the vow of poets tounge the
weakened lie to turn faith agaisnt me,
and ultimitley be cursed on my
head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem