I crawl my way through life
Towards something better
I drag my soul with direness
Remembering the letter.
Across the green of the highlands
And through a deep loch
Through California’s blistering fires
And through London’s fog.
Through the snowstorms of Siberia
I hold tight to what has been given to me
Under the blazing sun of the Sahara
I relay the message of humanity.
We were all born the same
But have been corrupted by existence
But I hold on to the letter
Like fighters of the resistance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem