Tears For Truth Poem by ion untaru

Don't look at me, I feel a lock
A continuous war with the world
Around me a lot of mold,
And we, subjected to a clock

Autumns kneels to dusty hackle
Shadow of time, also falls short
Armies ask blood for bread and tort
And clown make fortunes from cackle

Cunning statues in world, a lot
And power makes one step behind
A bat, for a flock, you remind
And another secret not

We met together many years
Road is narrow, time is cold
Fortune and misery, sicknes and gold
Can you pay the truth, with tears?

(translated from romanian)