We the victorious.
Fallen from grace.
Our pride stripped from us.
Our hearts, broken.
Our work unfinshed.
What is the measure of a man
His successes his failures or things left unsaid.
Are we guilty?
Only time will tell.
We except our fate.
We will not cry.
We the victorious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem