It is where Angels don't dwell
Where gates are opened to fall
Into despair, loss and gloom
At midnight as the wolves cry
And the moon rises high
With orange glow around
Penchant for blood, flesh
The roads downhill, winding
Through the abyss leading
Into unending infernal pit
That is where they all go
Whether it was fresh
Or out of habit to harass
Young, old, woman or child
Men or beasts, only in form
Them beasts although christened
With godly names of kindness
Patience, love and strength
Still cause grief, and endless pain
Why is there no one to end this?
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I would like to translate this poem
patience love and strength, all in life. thanks.