Where would we be without language,
still naked around the fire
Trading bones with a grunt or moan,
very little to inspire
How could we live without meaning,
every question held at bay
Our futures dark, discovery stark,
all knowledge yea or nay
In a world without transcendence,
harboring ignorance and fright
All answers buried within lost words
—silent in the night
(Wayne Pennsylvania: August,2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Having dark future is so sad but still we have hope to have the bright future ahead. This poem is an interesting poem beautifully penned....10
Many thanks!