What is it they say about us?
What is this we hear them mummer?
Their ascent, one that isn't clear
Yet they have lots understanding what they say
They are critics of our quest for greatness
But appear in fine thin garments of love
They speak words void of knowledge and purpose
But in the eyes of many they speak right and truth
They are close, yet far from us
They are near, yet a distance afar
They sing songs as pleasant as the leaves of an oak tree
Clustering and waving at each other in the midst of the strong wind seasonal and timely.
Yet the mantle on us, an icon of victory.
The cap we wear the same we wore.
The sound of voices an omen of hope.
Flags we fly, flew up farer than measure
We are the indigence of ourselves
The very people we are known to be.
A distinct people in number but common as one,
Our heritage was won for us but with virtue we sustained.
The horn of a unicorn like the stem of a corn a resemblance of us.
With common understanding we represent nature in idle
Like a fountain up high on a mountain
We bliss glory in all our dealings.
So, as long as we live they shall live in wonder
Search in slumber and ask with anger
Why have these ones excelled after all we have done?
Have we not eaten souls mightier than these?
Or, could there have been a gap we neglected?
But answers to questions like this,
Are not made visible to the sight of the blind
Only those that seeketh with good thoughts
And pay homage to wisdom shall have a revelation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem