We paid the price for hasty choices made 
and cried our tears for dreams put to the blade. 
The lessons learned a hefty price we paid. 
Against our woes, we rail — the urgency to bail.
Excuses very stale — comparisons must fail? 
With truthful knowledge, man must themselves arm, 
protecting him from possible great harm, 
as ignorance deceptively would charm. 
Lament will take its toll — do travel to-wards goal. 
Some silver tongues extol — their lavish lyrics roll. 
A fair comparison to current ails, 
the signs of growing rapprochement disarm. 
Plumose-like memories that tease then fade. 
Ineffable the mysteries of t' soul.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    