Never to forget,
a neverending rythm to be played,
heavily danced by the rain of blood,
and shall I run through it,
for I no less a wanderer,
on this lonely road of humanity,
to be mocked by them,
no more a wanderer than I am,
this path does not lead in what I believe,
no love, no mercy, no courage, no needs,
no greeds, no seeds, no adventure,
nothing that makes us human,
this road will will never end,
as the end is never there,
only darkness,
and even more darkness to be seen,
we are all travelling on this same road,
the road of war,
full of bodies, tears cruelty,
say no more to not travelled this road,
We All aRe..
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I would like to translate this poem
on this lonely road of humanity, to be mocked by them, no more a wanderer than I am, this path does not lead in what I believe, ...yes it does not lead us to anywhere. very nice poem and worth reading it. i like it. read mine do we need banevolent dictator and i am disgrace....