Cry out to the heavens for all the Gods to hear
Until empires fall and the demons disappear
Why won't they listen? Do they not care?
Maybe they find joy in our suffering and despair
The empires grow and the demons rule
People have made normal that which is cruel
Scream again to the heavens and make it clear
This time will be different; the Gods are going to hear
The sun shines, but still the empires rise
Demons laugh from their towers at the people they despise
But still the people call out, clinging on to hope
The Gods stay silent, and the people try to cope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem