I know this is cheesy,
But it seems to me,
We lost.
Can you help?
Being with him there was a cost,
In which I lost.
This game they played,
Was happy and gay,
Now fade away.
This un-nameable hurt,
Heart and soul it likes to lurk.
Adults think they have power,
It comes with age?
While we cower,
They tear another page.
Our book are being ripped apart,
We don’t take it to mind or heart..?
Don’t be controlled,
But they can’t help it!
Strength we must hold,
Something we can’t loose.
Faith and judgment,
Who are you to tell me?
To tell me how to think?
We?
Yes, together it’s possible.
Show them how we can.
Never can’t!
Who are they to tell us,
How to love or hate?
Its our choice,
But it seems a little late.
This hole they dug,
Seems so deep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed and identified with many of the metaphors and symbols in it especially when looking at me when I was younger.