What is it with my fellow man? They hate me and do not care. One side curses me and the other side wishes me to die! O how heavy my cross is yet it is apart of me till the day I die. The truth I speak is love and o how they despise. My only joy in the struggle I must bear. Is the truth that holds me when know one else cares.. Ggm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem