Truth is the mother of the past.
Her daughter is a beggar
on Future Boulevard
in the city where
her mother was killed.
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Istina
Istina je majka prošlosti.
Njena kćerka je prosjak
na Bulevaru budućnosti
u gradu u kome je
njena majka ubijena.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The truth denies the obscenity of the past.
Thank you, Jane, for True Words.