To be condemned by a life,
One has chosen to live...
And has found success in the doing of it,
Can only leave those to question themselves...
Why a misery they have followed,
Has not bestowed upon them...
A happiness they see on faces,
From them that have been ostracized.
Where is that truth sought they seek...
That has from them been denied?
Where is it?
That has to be a question gone unanswered,
They keep hidden inside to disguise with lies.
Something defied can not find an ease to release...
With a showering of a peace,
Known and increases.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem