gone against the grain
shooting the messengers
the message there still
immortalised by the messengers
long after the departure
singers and players of instruments
the messages still around
massaging our eager minds
the dreams, visions, hopes
the compass we still bear
the messages long immortalised
long after the messengers are interred
for in the beginning was the word
not the story of the hen and the egg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem