The heart in us like anvils feel
And tears in us like fountains fill
We fear the world in which we dwell
And wish it drown down in a well
All blame we give the world we live
And wish the nice man didn’t leave
We ask in awe with many whys
No one to answer like the spies
Who hide their thought just deep inside
And hope to take you with its tide
All blame we give the world we live
And wish the nice man didn’t leave
Our hearts an anvil heavier still
With thoughts of all his earthly till
Our songs for long will be of grief
Our hearts will know that life is brief
But to blame will be the world we live
And peace to him that had to leave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem