I am transfixed onto a dark and mirrored pool,
Rank of subjugation and hypocrisy.
Horrified by past memories,
I see myself from the outside.
But I am not you.
I can’t save you!
But I am lead to condemn you,
Condemning myself again and again.
Misery fills my heart, that aches to grab hold of you.
I pray for your fate that has left my grasp.
I have become an indentured servant to a pig farm,
And thrown you to the wolves.
Fight little piggy!
Fight till the death!
Never be consumed by that which is beneath you.
I will pray for your fate,
before the butcher.
And hold back the tears,
I will never let them see me bleed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem