I have turned both cheeks
there's none left to turn
what else to do
I have removed the log in mine eye
I can clearly see the speck in yours
what else to do
I have excused you far too much
am out of excuses
what else to do
I have faced the bull
and grabbed its horns
what else to do
My heart is shattered
my poise altered
what else to do
My hands are bruised
and terribly scarred
what else to do
Take a bow,
exit the arena
that's what's left to do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hahaha this is beautiful, funny and deep. You weave words and you weave them well. Cheers!