What shall I say in response to this plight?
When shall the world reveal its true light?
Of the conception borne by our mothers so dear,
Or the tender and harshness they silently bear.
The sweetness they sacrifice to forget the sting,
When faced with companions that sorrow does bring.
How they endure in silence and strive to survive,
In a world where many struggle to feel alive.
Shall the battered bride still seek to endure,
Or shall men, so cruel, be condemned and impure?
Is it men or mean men who bring forth this fate,
When kindness is lost in the hands of hate?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Publicistic “pulsation” Nice…