Not all of my sorrows are couched in your surety.
You are sure that I find my sorrow
In those left outside our view.
Left out to starve, freeze, fend and find for themselves.
Whether a few feet, a town, a continent or a world away.
You think that I grieve for my lost control.
`I cannot make men refrain from harming others, because I am like and kind to both they that harm and those that are harmed.'
`I have no input here!
I can only pray and hope.'
But, if you or I believe such a thing,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem