Why do men accept defeat?
And let their hearts, beat in bits.
They all fear to face their fears,
They let her burrow through their dreams.
They spare today at tomorrow's woe,
And guards their flesh with fervid might;
The pity they feel, and their ease to quit,
Have drowned the future tomorrow would bring.
For when the bushes fallow my paths;
And the tides ceases to cease,
Then the earth refuses to part,
And banishes the grains I buried within.
Then, It would seem only ghost played songs,
For the clouds have frowned along;
Soon she hands the Hobson's choice,
Hoping I embrace her drift.
Oh! The nights are as thick as wine;
For the moon no longer shines.
Hell have come to dine with man,
Darkness have regained her reign.
Living is already twice as bleak,
But my hunger would linger on;
For though the worms may feast my entrails,
Demons may choose to scar my flesh,
Yet, to all my whets I numb,
For tomorrow is but a day away.
Nice poet. There's hope for a cut down tree, the root grows with water scent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for the comment, @Aremu