Only time will tell,
our woes, our lies;
a cost for Hell,
for greed that buys-
the bloodshed tears-
our children cries.
All the fears,
and all our lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My immediate vision when first reading the title and then the poem was of Jesus sweating blood in the garden of Gethsemane, prior to his arrest and passion. Possibly a poem with symbolic meanings. Powerful, nevertheless. I liked it.