For thousands of years,
We try to fix the World,
A cut here, a kill there,
A lie here, a tyrant there,
And where does it get us?
NOWHERE!
However,
Some have survived,
As human minds collide,
Some will still try,
To start and write the Tale again,
'That Man's not really bad,
He'll change, be patient Pen'
But we cannot but write,
WHEN?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems that the eternal answer is; Tomorrow
But Tomorrow never seems to come.