There is this line
with this side
And that side is yours
This is a game
players on one side are
here,
Where are you?
In the game
you are not known
who are you?
The game doesn't know you
It don't recognise you,
What?
It's you who
doesn't
recognise the game?
Oo it's worse
You don't know the thrill
Nor the anxiety
Not the pleasure
or the cries and triumphs
that come with this side,
What are you?
This is a side
that chooseth not
nor can it learn nor hate
Aint you who should know?
But you don't
yet you yap yap nothing,
what can you say
of what you dont know?
Nothing!
something here
and nothing there
you are nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem