How cruel art thou
OH! end of man.
Having neither foe nor friend,
Less more a scold nor trend.
Hide it no more from me
why the fiercest warrior,
thy cold embrace cannot conquer.
But than the speed of light
your blindness under.
Strike a seal with the riper
I fore tell your end- a wretch
For not more-
his dealings with flesh
-EKERENDU M.EZEKIEL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem