When will the lost music be rediscovered
And play again? When will Truth be uncovered
In an age of constant deceit? When will Love
Free the world from it chains and soar like a dove?
When will so called journalists start to dissect
Evil policies rather than praising them?
And when will you, my dear old friend, resurrect
The poetry and painting you did so well?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem