For centuries, we have yelled 'love'
For centuries, we have looked above
How futile is a cry in a grave
How the sufferers can be labelled, brave?
Love? Its a chemistry of hormones
It is not the mover of kings and thrones
It is, but a tool to control
The passion for greatness and glory
no need for the poet to be tense
for this over-rated nonsense...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem