And what were grade school ethics for
That we a species now learned more
Yet such let our animus roar
But stay unfilled unto the core,
Where has gone our greater plans
Our ready minds, our empty hands
Returned instead to pointless bans
Losing more our stay of lands,
Unknowing whence our goals have will
Ever present, yet never still
Searching empty for their fill
At what's become nigh close to nil,
Tell me where the the fury comes
Attack it not where it least sums
Lest I watch as kinship dumbs
And wonder still where music hums.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem