are we responsible for all ills
of a shruken world at our feet
famine and mayhem have expanded
expectations are hard to meet
sat in the parlour of despair
enfeebled men of the twilight
bystanders to a world unhinged
wrong set to triumph over right
having led a life of such ease
who are we to even understand
the ways of an earth in flux
blind fate for us has planned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem