Born into struggle
Through sins of past blood
Eyes with blurred vision
Their world dirtied like mud,
Unaware of their torment
Surrounded by pain
Too bold to fear
Too flawed to be sane
Tainted souls are born every day
By the sins of fathers and mothers
that throw their lives away.
Choices are present
But options are few.
Destined for struggle
No matter what we do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem