Living behind this transparent wall
Of unwanted truths,
Hiding nothing
From the growing mob standing at my door.
I suffer from the stones being thrown
In this world
Where all have united as one.
Preaching love
But blinded by the hate and death
They create.
Falling for difference
From this transparent throne
That has risen.
I look up towards the sky
Trying to find
Something to light my way onward,
In the heavens above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem