If you happen to pass my little mount,
Open your heart to its silent sound,
Hear my hollow forgotten song,
Of cruelty, injustice and all that wrong.
Hidden now in a thick overgrowth,
Scattered skeletons my only remain,
Echoing voices of distant pain,
Refused to be washed by summer rain.
Silent whispers in cold emptiness,
Fallen shadows in hollow promises,
Is the living dead walking above?
Humanity lost in cruelty and lust?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem