Laden with the burden of a dozen beings
Strapped to a wall of hundred nails
Mouth gagged with rousted pins
Devoid of cries
Choking with worries
Why would the saints betray The Lord
If his mission was to save the world
Yet The Lord bore the cross
For the world would cease
Were his mission forsaken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem