In that friction
a deadly bargain
not surge for fame
nor tales of fiction
'who will bear the cross? '
all around they stare
from up to down stair
a pledge of limit choice
sweet cherubs sing alarm
voices, deep and loud
necks are twist around
a war of never arm
he precious and loved
doomed his throne
to peck the reddened stone
protest pleas in cough
Born to the world
baby boy he was
the uproar he cause
the product of a word
adored by all
for his merry smiles
disdained in minds
the awfull pains he saw
And he beheld the grail
and he, tore his flesh
his blood sieve in mesh
as shameless voice decay
the power of his love
he came, first
he saw, the test
he conquered it tough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem