When the music stops and wine sobers
And a static cold bed of refuge comforts
When friends part ways and lovers change hearts
And the illusion forever disappears
When laws become tools for the mighty
And freedom just a word for the common
When a coin shows only one face
And the adverse odds dictate
When the truth today becomes the lies of history
And even scars and memories fade
When dreams fall apart in the wake of reality
And locked in shackles of the future
When time alone can reveal the self
And the ruins of a broken man
Alas! The symphony of men
Akin to all, lies a single destiny
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I would like to translate this poem
A good poem asking an important question. what then I will send you a message. hb