A hundred things of mourning says
The Stone remained in bed of roses
To Them it hails its silent phase
A tale of long from time of Moses
"Been long I stay by Clock's dark shades
His portrait appeared in different poses
No crop for food or drop for maize
To be or not, a Noble chooses
The taking of Globe with cuts and spades
A moment of peace in Times' hoses?
O' Man of god your memory fades
A history you wrote in different proses
Justs no war as rich man's maids
Forever the door of peace it closes
A Man no Kind, it needs no praise
By a time of Sword and Bombs it loses"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem