What a fate
For the faithful.
A bleak future
for the hopeful.
An unsteady hope
for the wonderful.
Is it the stirs
of the forefathers;
is it the gossips
of the foremothers
that now precipitates
on us ignorants of it.
Why why us!
Born neutral be selected aside
to suffer all
their cause as our curse.
Lord have mercy
And secure the future of
Creatures of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
condition of limitations. condition of location, foundation, forgotten unlocked door