As if with words
the symbols true
they tell a tale,
known to a few...
to me they 'speak'
of stalwart mind
in face of folly,
man-un-kind...
and who be sad?
as stand and die
in multitude
astride the lie?
before the flood
for love of life,
for sake of man...
before we die
how can the people
still not see,
does it not say
our misery?
we, blinded by the light,
not chance,
the message bids us
join the dance
to know what is not,
now, to love
Pied Piper
sets the tune,
no dove...
and few resist
but poor and lame
alone desist
afore the flame...
Could life remain
and bid that love
can never die
as is above...?
Nay,
sing anew an old refrain
the sunshine comes
after the rain...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem