Some sense
said,
'Suffering
comes out of the sins of the group.'
Some,
meditating on degree,
said,
'In that case,
I'm nothing but a scapegoat.
I'll pay for my own sins, thank ye.'
Some said,
'Splitting's for me.
For then,
at least sometimes I'll be happy.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem