Ancient eyes descend upon the sons and daughters
of men.
They sweat and toil
Bearing a beast of burden.
Tilling the merciful soil
For the substance of existence
The bread of life.
I stare upon the weary faces
Eventually succumbing to the
Pressures of this world.
(The fight of good and evil) .
The choice of life and death
Decided upon this battle field.
I see joys and sorrows
The ultimate faith for
A better tomorrow
This cherub envy these sons of men
For I bask only in the glory
and presence of light.
And not in these painful plights.
I will never see a love one die.
I can only imagine then hope to cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a beautiful poem on struggle having stunning expression with nice diction. Let it be quoted some lines.. I stare upon the weary faces Eventually succumbing to the Pressures of this world. (The fight of good and evil) . The choice of life and death Decided upon this battle field. I see joys and sorrows The ultimate faith for A better tomorrow. Thank you dear Godfrey for sharing this nice poem with us.