graves made rich from ignorance and despair/
niether by any judgement would this be fair.
Even the blossomed potential is shattered and doomed/
brains ice cold covered and roomed.
All is wasted in torment/
maybe in a spare of a moment.
Some in innocence/
others by chance, but in every way that made sense.
This future has quickly ran out of ground to stand/
dreams are burried underneath these stand.
even the powerful voices bottled in beautiful cast/
none came to past.
Now there sleeping with plenty/
that should've gone empty.
Here their headstone reads:
here lies talent and great minds/
frozen in time before they take flight/
Now tears are left to carry these plight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem