Then to now
Must be sick to read, read
The news of greed
Stupid, stupid.
In the years of famine
In the years of disease
In the years when Europe
Meant nothing but pain, need
Sailed the boats here, there
Stories are many
Yet mostly are untold
The murders, defacing
The escapes, devoting
And, and, and, and, and, and
Much more and much, many…
History records it as "The world discovered."
Today same is seen our newest mirror
But this time in reverse…
And, and, and, and, and, and…
Blindfold as angel of justice with scale
Heart Open, as is the galaxy
As oceans and deserts and skies
I see not anything but needle
In my vein deep in pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem