Until the end of endless time,
Where even faith has to leave.
Before the days of Babylon,
Man has longed for dominance.
No newborn seed of purity,
Can stop this gullible mob.
A self made moat of lava,
Protecting our so called,
Acropolis.
Each standing proud of harsh fireworks,
Watching in awe of there misled ego.
Desiring the fall of Remus,
To be shaded legend of Romulus.
Polluting heavens with sad sorrows,
Counterintuitive considered bad ways.
Your historic gold of deluded tradition
Wujing Zongyao has no providence.
Considered a mere ripple in vast sea,
To perform as delusions of deity,
To change the course of destiny.
You'll stumble on no justice in Hiroshima,
Now simply filed documents.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem