Oh Lies, why thou dost devoured me?
Why not listen on the echoes of my scream
Kill me not, like a man who's not worthy.
Deprive me not from the fulfillment of my deepest dream
I am weeping for the death of my spirit
From hatred that would deprive my heart from its aim
But neither lies could bring me defeat
Nor hatred can make me partly lame
Listen to my silence for I speak the truth
I labored enough for my spiritual growth
Open your heart; be steadfast to hear the sound
Of the deafening truth screaming around
From sullen lies, speaks the naked truth
On deep-rooted lies, truth can uproot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem