We put our parents into graves
And lied to our own children
We drove away all our kings
To get on better without them
We made fancy doors from fruitful trees
And let our filth to flood the rivers
We made pills curing all disease
Yet we couldn't cure our sickness
We rather mourned a twisted star
As he was our best friend
We've drifted from ourselfes so far
That we lost sight of our brethren
From our plows we forged swords
Not as it was written
We were food of hungry crows
On our bones false diamonds glisten
A fine write Marton my friend...this piece gives the readers much to think about as the poem unfolds...very well thought out piece...well done Love & Light Jon
Really, It's really surprising sir, I don't know how it happened.But your one is really amazing, Imaginative, thought provoking one, I like it...
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I would like to translate this poem
vow! great.high language.nice poem. voted10 surya