Many days before the last
Words had come though many passed
And within them
Another written
Written by you
Of the words a letter
Hidden for the better
Folded away
Running, trying not to stay
Yet within it, infatuated truth
The meaning is what’s not to be known
The understanding is what is to be shown
But in such a twisted sight
That everything willed should fight
But fight what
If you don’t know
Then why write them
A bother in you
I am waiting for
Take the initiative
In this time of most disparity
Your conscious fails you
And all others who stand with you
And because of this
You have put us all in an unmistakable danger
One that’s has been foreseen
But without knowledge and forewarning
How are we to defeat it
You are the only one who holds this key
The one who can unlock the gate
Save come now
Before its too late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem