Through 'everything'...
There are eyes that see.
The only kept hidden,
Is what one perceives to believe.
To shield in secret, discreet privacy.
But through everything done,
On this Earth that is manmade...
Nothing in shadows escapes unscathed.
Upon everything done,
With a doing of a done we do...
There are eyes watching us.
Regardless if it is admitted,
Or refuse if we choose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem